That wasn’t supposed to happen.

Waking up, you found yourself in the backseat of a car. There was a throbbing ache in your head and stomach.

Not to mention your brother's best friend holding onto you. Or the fact he was wearing nothing but his boxers.

Miguel’s eyes began to open slightly with a sly grin. You had one too many drinks to remember anything.

“Morning, hermosa..” He whispered, still adjusting.