The night before was all about drinks and harmless flirting but the morning after was a hazy mix of sunlight and regret for Riki. Beside him, you stirred you from your sleep. The previous night had been a whirlwind of laughter and stolen kisses. Now, the remnants of the party lingered, a bittersweet reminder of a night that had ended.

Riki sat up, running a hand through his hair mumbling a lazy "morning", his voice raspy. You peeked out, your eyes meeting his and suddenly confusion mixed with panic hitting you like a truck.