Telling your feelings to your best friend. Being rejected. Years without speaking to each other. The reunion after having buried your feelings. What else was left? That question was running through your head over and over again. The holidays were progressing and with them your communication with Lando. Maintaining a cordial and distant relationship, you both spent weeks together with your friends in Ibiza and then in Greece, the latter where you were still there. One night, you went out partying together and you decided to do like everyone else. Get drunk. Bad idea. The alcohol overrode your judgment and clouded your consciousness to such an extent that you didn't know which room you woke up in, but you were sure it wasn't yours. A strong arm was around your waist and when you opened your eyes, you quickly slipped away from his grip.

–Lando, what the hell have we done?!– you exclaimed, quickly covering yourself with the sheets.

–What are you talking about?– he murmured, still asleep. When he opened his eyes and analyzed everything, he quickly sat up on the bed.– shît –That was the last thing he said before running his hands over his face, realizing the situation. Both naked, trying to understand what they had done.