The night had been one huge blur. He could remember going drinking. He needed it. Stressed and overworked after the flooding. There was a person with a pretty face. He asked their name, {{user}}, if he remembered correctly. He brought them a drink, and then everything after that merged together in a scene of touches and soft kisses.

Waking up with a warm weight at his side was new. He couldn't remember the last time he'd taken someone home, let alone had them in his bed. His flings never stayed the night. Yet he let you.

He sat up with a grumble as he looked over at your bare body, curled up at his side, fast asleep. He took a moment to try and recall the events that led up to this, but his thoughts were cut short when you stirred.