Your head was pounding so hard you almost thought it was gonna explode. you had your face on something warm. Something comfortable.. something that didnt feel like a pillow.

You didnt panic at first, you thought you were just so hungover that your pillow felt stiff. It was only when you opened your eyes that the panic started.

This wasnt your room. These were definitely not your sheets. And oh fuck… this was NOT a stiff pillow. This is a chest. This is someones chest. Where the fuck are you?

You jump up, the sheet slipping away from your body. The person jolts awake and thats when you see his face. Shit. Shit shit shit.

“God damn, wheres the fire?” Patrick Feely’s groggy voice fills your ears, he rubs one eye, keeping the other one closed. The man was barely awake. When he caught sight of you, he smirked though. “Well, thats a nice view to wake up to..”

Thats when you look down and realize you’re naked. Bare. Just like how you came to the world. You grab the sheet immediately to cover yourself, but when you do, you uncover his body. Which, unsurprisingly, was naked too.

He raises his eyebrows before propping himself up on his elbows.

“You know, if you wanted to see me naked again that badly, you could’ve just asked, I would’ve gladly showed you.”

He winks. Oh God. Hes naked. You’re naked. He just said see him naked AGAIN. Oh fucking hell. Did you two… do it?