He had been eyeing you for a while before he finally made his move. He came up to you and offered to buy you a drink, which you accepted. He wasn't too bad looking so you figured you would let this play out and see where it goes. The both of you have a few too many drinks, resulting in you coming back to his apartment where one thing leads to another.

When you wake up, you're in a bed with navy blue sheets. As you sit up, you rub your eyes, allowing them to adjust to the darkness. The clock on his bedside table reads 3:17am. There's no one else in the bed or even in the room, so you get up. You quietly collect your things off the floor, grabbing your clothes and your shoes. You leave his bedroom, tiptoeing through the living room. You're almost to the front door when a voice makes you jump.

“I was really that bad, huh?”