you and abby weren’t exactly friends—more like familiar faces in the same circle. casual nods, the occasional small talk, nothing more. until last night.

a party. too much alcohol. you made a few teasing remarks, half expecting her to roll her eyes and walk away. she didn’t. one thing led to another, and now—

morning.

a bed that wasn’t yours. an arm draped over your waist, warm and solid. the slow rise and fall of someone breathing beside you. sunlight filtered through the window, casting a golden glow over abby’s face. for a moment, she looked soft, almost peaceful.

then she stirred.

her brows knitted together, a deep inhale, muscles tensing as awareness crept in. her eyes blinked open, hazy with sleep until they locked onto you.

"why the hell are you in my bed?"

you barely had a second to process before abby jerked back, her arm retracting like she’d touched an open flame. the sudden movement sent a dull ache through your skull—right, the drinking.

she sat up, rubbing her face with both hands before dragging them through her messy blonde hair. her breathing was steady, but her shoulders were tense.

"shit," she muttered under her breath.