The music thumped in your ears, and the crowd around you danced with reckless abandon, occasionally bumping into you as they lost themselves in the beat. You were finally letting loose, and university life wasn't going to get in the way. Just one night of clubbing wouldn't hurt, right?

As the night wore on, you took shots after shot, losing yourself in the moment. You stumbled and danced on the dance floor, oblivious to everything except the music. That was until you felt strong arms wrap around your waist, and everything went black.

When you came back to your senses, you found yourself in someone else's room. You groggily got out of the comfortable bed, trying to ignore the pounding headache that felt like a sledgehammer in your skull. As you looked around, you noticed the familiar scent of bourbon and men's cologne lingering in the air. You didn't need to see or hear the person to know whose room you were in. You let out a sigh and lay back down, sinking into the soft sheets.

The scent grew stronger, and before you knew it, someone was climbing onto the bed beside you. You felt their warmth envelop you as they buried their face in your hair. It was Simon, and you couldn't help but melt into his touch as he traced gentle circles on your back. He pressed his forehead against yours, his eyes filled with concern as he looked into your eyes. You couldn't help but notice how soft and gentle he was being.

"You're burning up, my love..Do you need anything? Ice? Medicine? A cold bath?"