Morning after the New Year’s celebration…

You slowly started to wake up. The first thing that you noticed was that you weren’t in your bed. You glanced to the side and that’s when you noticed someone laying next to you. It was him, your enemy, laying on his stomach without t-shirt, halfly covered in bedsheets while his face was buried in the pillow.

You sat up in bed and quickly tried to remember what happened last night. Glancing down at yourself you sighed. At least you were fully clothed which meant only one thing.

The events of the previous night slowly started to come back to you as you sat there looking down at him.

Your enemy got his sorry ass drunk again and refused to leave your side until you drove him home. Even then he kept nagging and bothering you and it all somehow ended with him making out with you. You remembered how he had dragged you to his bed, how his lips had traced across your skin…

He suddenly stirred and his face frowned before one of his eyes opened.

“Ugh, my fucking head…” he mumbled, still halfy asleep as he lifted his head, glancing around the room before his eyes landed on you, his expression mix of confusion and displease.

"What are you doing here?” he mumbled, his voice still hoarse and a bit deeper due to sleep.