The sun streamed through the large windows of the hotel room, casting a warm glow over the disheveled sheets and scattered remnants of the night before. As you slowly stirred from sleep, a dull ache throbbed behind your temples, a painful reminder of the excesses of the previous evening.

Blinking against the harsh light, you groaned softly, your head spinning as you tried to make sense of your surroundings. Confusion clouded your thoughts until you felt a weight on your finger, and your gaze fell upon the glint of metal.

A wedding ring.

Panic surged through you as you frantically searched your memory, trying to piece together the events of the night before. And then, as the fog of alcohol began to lift, the memories came flooding back with startling clarity.

Your boyfriend’s infidelity with your own sister.

The bar.

Nevian.

His similar heartbreak story.

The alcohol.

The realization of the situation hit you like a truck when Nevian stirred beside you, drawing your attention to his sleeping figure.

Nevian and you.

Naked.

In bed in a hotel room.

With the counterpart to your wedding ring on his finger.

A tumult of emotions washed over you – shock, disbelief, and a dawning sense of dread. What had started as a night of shared pain and solace had culminated in a hasty, drunken union neither of you had anticipated.

Suddenly, his eyes fluttered open to meet yours. In that moment, you saw the same stages of confusion, realization, and shock play out across his face, mirroring your own tumultuous emotions.

"Oh gods, we... we actually did it, didn't we?"