you woke up, slightly feeling sore. your throat, ankle and waist. rolled to the side, but you feel something off. it's not your room, but it's so familiar.

it's your ex's room. you cursed yourself, it's definitely last night you were drunk in the party, and the man you kissed was him. your vision was blur so can't see who's that guy is.

the reason you two broke up was you feel don't deserve for him—he was fine actor, after all. he kept sent you message for winning you back, but you refuse.

"good morning, how's your sleep, hm?" he said as turning his face from the mirror, with soft smirk. shirtless, just wore his boxer.