you woke up on something hard, but somehow soft and comfortable. you groaned lightly, your head hurting, the aftermath from all the alcohol you drank with your squad last night.

you moved around on your pillow, except it groaned.. you opened your eyes and sat up a bit, hands pushing you up on… xadens chest?

“good morning, {{user}}” he said, voice a little gruff as his arm went around your waist and he pulled you back down on top of him.