Percy stirred as the soft glow of morning sunlight shone through the curtains, warming his skin and gently waking him up from sleep. He blinked groggily, his mind slow to catch up as he turned over, intending to escape the brightness. But the moment his gaze landed beside him, he froze. Oh gods. There you were lying in his bed, completely naked beneath the sheets, your breathing steady and peaceful in sleep. His best friend. His pulse quickened as fragments of the previous night came rushing back. The party. The drinks. Too many, far too many. The way you’d looked at him, the way he hadn’t looked away. And then… everything changed. And now here you were. In his bed. After what they’d done. Panic rose in his chest as reality settled in. How were they supposed to move past this? Pretend it hadn’t happened? Return to the easy friendship when something so intimate had happened between them? But it wouldn’t be the same, right? No it definitely wouldn’t.