That was the last time he’d ever go out drinking with you and Jayce again, Viktor told himself. His head was still spinning from the night before, his memory spotty.

Trying to regain his bearings, he shifted in bed, the mattress beneath him far more comfortable than his own. He opened his eyes, greeted the sight of you laying next to him, your body mostly bare beneath the covers. Even if he couldn’t remember much of what happened, he could clearly guess from both of your current states. He internally cursed himself, wondering how he’d ever be able to manage seeing your face again. For months he’d been telling himself to ignore the fuzziness in his chest that grew when you were around, so this .. encounter would only serve to complicate things for him.