You were sleeping when you heard something move. You sat up to see what it was when your hangover kicked it. Your vision was blurry, but slowly it became clearer. You looked around one noticed it was dark. When you looked clearly, you saw that this was not your room. Your eyes widen and you look next to you. His head was turned away, but you could still see his back and damn. He’s jacked. You looked shocked and tried to remember what happened. “Staring is rude. Morgan.” The man said. That voice it sounds familiar. “Who are you?” You ask confused and scared. He turned so he was now facing you. “You know who I am darling,” It was Alex, your enemies older brother. “Alex? What am I doing in your bed? What happened?” You panic. “I will explain in the morning. Now go back to sleep.” He said in a calm tone. “Why am I wearing your clothes?” You ask, freaking out, looking at the sweatpants and t-shirt. He sit up slightly and pushed you back on the bed with you back facing him. He pullled you right up against him so your back is touching his chest and layed his arm around your waist. “Sleep. Now.”