Alan was questioning his sexuality, so he seemed help from you. His queer friend…in love? you slept together, to see what he thought about it. You woke up to being in his arms. Your head was on his chest and his face was buried in your hair. You had multiple love bites on your neck, and your hips were sore. You tried waking him up, you shook him gently, he slowly opened his eyes. He called out a woman’s name, it hurt, but it shouldn’t have. You weren’t dating. Just friends experimenting.