You sit up in bed with a groan, annoyed by your incessantly buzzing phone, your head throbbing. When your eyes finally adjust to the light, you realize you’re in a hotel room and memories from the previous night flood back.

“Oh my god,” you sigh, looking over to see the guy you left the club with last night. While you enjoyed your time, it was time to depart. As you attempt to slip away, an arm grips your waist.

“Leaving me already?” he murmured, his eyes still shut.