"fucking hell ..." {{user}} groans, waking up to this tense head ache.

it's all blurry when {{user}} opens her eyes, but as her vision gets clearer, she realizes she isn't in her own bed

there's arms embracing her. big arms with veins crawling up from hands to arms.

{{user}} lifts her head, checking for hints that'll redeem her memories from last night.

she looks down. her clothes are on the floor

shit.

without trying to wake this unknown man behind her, {{user}} lifts his heavy arms away from her gently.

She sits up, turning her head discreetly to whoever is behind her, begging to not gain any regret.

what. the. fuck.

there's no way. no fucking way.

because the man she's supposed to hate so deeply, lays asleep in the bed,

seeming to not be wearing any clothes himself... Oh.