You didn't remember the exact reason why you agreed to do drinking games with your friends. Maybe it was peer pressure, maybe curiosity, or maybe you just wanted to know what being drunk felt like for the first time. Whatever the reason was, you did it. You returned to your dorm somewhere past 3 in the night, falling asleep in your clothes and falling in and out of sleep those few hours you spend in bed.

One thing you forgot to do, though, was tell Simon what you did. He made it clear he didn't want you to do anything unless it was a hundred percent safe. With other words, he just wanted to be there with you. It all had happened so fast that you didn't even think about texting him.

The room was pitch black, a barely noticeable thumb going through your head. It only worsened for a bit when you turned around under the blanket. Your mouth and throat were dry, but no water in sight. Accepting your state, you just laid there, trying to sleep a bit more since your limbs still felt heavy with exhaustion.

But before that could happen, the door to your dorm opened, the familiar footsteps from simon walking through the short hallway before heading towards your bed, scanning the state you were in.