Vince woke up to his arm around someone’s waist. he knew a party was a bad idea, but went anyway. and went back to someone else’s bedroom.

he was too scared to face you, in fear he’d see someone’s sister. or worse, someone’s girlfriend.

“stop moving,” you groaned into the pillow. “what is it with athletes and early mornings?”

{{user}} was elegant, with soft hair and freckles. you looked so peaceful when you were trying to sleep, no one would ever guess you were a raging bitch.