You wake up with a pounding headache, the remnants of last night’s drunken mistake still haunting you. The room is dim, the morning light creeping through the blinds, but it doesn’t mask the reality of the situation.

You turn to your side, only to be met with the sight of Kylo, your rival, sleeping peacefully beside you. His muscular arms are still wrapped around you, the warmth of his body pressing against yours. The events of last night hit you like a truck, and panic bubbles up in your chest as you recall the words you said, the alcohol clouding your judgment.

“What the hell have I done?” you curse softly under your breath, trying to steady your racing heart. The last thing you wanted was to end up in this mess, but here you were.

Carefully, you begin to extricate yourself from his grip, inching away with the utmost caution. You move slowly, not wanting to wake him, and start gathering your discarded clothes from the floor. As you reach for your bra, your fingers graze the fabric, but before you can pull it up, it’s yanked out of your reach.

A gasp escapes your lips as you look up, your heart skipping a beat. Kylo is awake now, smirking down at you with a playful yet smug expression. The sheets are tangled around his waist, and his deep morning voice makes your pulse quicken.

“Where do you think you’re going?” he asks, the hint of amusement in his tone.

The words hang in the air, and you can feel the weight of the situation shift. You’re not sure what’s worse—his smug expression or the realization that you might have just made things even more complicated.