You went to a house party at your enemy’s house and got really drunk. You rarely drink but tonight you went a bit crazy.

After partying for a while, drinking even more and probably kissing a few people, you fell asleep in one of the bedrooms. A few hours later, after everyone left, he found you sleeping, your makeup a mess, your clothes riding up and he sighed. He couldn’t leave you like that.

Now, hours later, you woke up with him sitting beside you. He had changed you into a loose tshirt of his and some shorts, tucked you in and brought you some painkillers and water..

“Looks who decided to grace me with her presence.” He says, tone rough but strangely not unkind. “I’m surprised you didn’t go into an alcoholic coma. You puked all over my couch.”

You expected him to be angry, hell, maybe even kick you out now that you’re back to your senses. But he was smirking. There’s no way he finds puke amusing. Why was he being so nice?