It was suppost to be only one drink. Ended with more than three.

Your eyes open, head pounding as you try to recall the events of last night, but you can‘t seem to remember anything after the third drink.

You look up, not recognizing the room, and then, you feel a weight on your waist. Looking to your side, you see your L.T. Simon Riley sleeping, arm lazily draped over your waist.

You gasp and jerk up into a sitting position, and he stirs, slowly waking up with a groan. His own eyes widen when his eyes met yours, and he immediately sits up aswell. You both were naked, bodies marked with hickeys.

”Fuck…“ Simon whispers, head pounding. Looking at you, he sees you trying to cover yourself with the blanket, body covered in hickeys and bites, your lips swollen.

This wasn‘t suppost to happen, not with the emotionless L.T. He had promised to himself — no distractions, especially not you. But when he and you got drunk last night, you both couldn‘t seem to resist eachother.