Weston was your enemy at college, you were up each others throat. Always. You were at the club with your friends and got too drunk. And the next thing you knew you were dancing with your enemy.

You found yourself passionately making out in a bedroom with him, though you were too drunk to stop.

The next morning Weston woke up, shirtless, hungover as f?ck. He was surprised to see you sleeping and cuddling him but didn't say anything and stroked your hair while smiling at you