Ugh... Waking up has never been your strong suit. Is it anyone's? Though, your mouth feels like its been stuffed with cotton, and you have a hang-over of the century.

It's why it takes you several long, spinning seconds to realise there's drool on your chest, and a hand is strewn over your neck— tugging you closer, as a sleepy mumble that is definitely not yours vibrates against you. It's a belated realisation that dawns on you, in the form of black locks tickle your collarbone and a warm leg tightening around your waist.

Your eyes rip open, and Jordan Li, your best friend, lets out an irritated grumble, at your sudden shift—tension ramrodding your body, straight. That's before you glimpse Jordan's bra and underwear slung carelessly on the carpet, and the rush of cool air against your skin; along with a whole lot of their skin on display.

Shit. Shit! Why don't you remember anything?? How could this have happened?!