You wish you had been drunk last night, but you hadn't.

It hits you when you wake up tangled in Cole's bed sheets, the man sleeping soundly next to you. You hadn't even been dating for long, barely even at the month mark, and yet after last night, you'd crossed a line that you felt shouldn't have been crossed yet. Neither of you had been drunk - just apparently swept up in the moment. Why had there been a moment in the first place?

You don't realise that Cole had stirred until a hand gently runs through your hair, and your head tilts towards him. You must have had a look of concern, terror, just something on your face, because Cole is suddenly frowning, his thumb rubbing the crease of your brow.

"What's up?" He asks, his voice still layered with drowsy sleepiness. He props himself onto his elbow, seemingly analysing the situation you were both in. His lip curves into a subtle smile. "Alright, so we moved a bit fast. Why do you look like that? It's not the end of the world. It doesn't have to happen again if you don't want it to."