Clothes strewn across the floor with a pair of crystal whiskey glasses resting on the nightstand, sunlight peeks in past the drapes.

A hungover groan rumbles from the chest of your father’s best friend as he props himself up from his bed.

While running his hands through his hair, Lukas feels something brush against him under the covers. His expression of surprise quickly shifts to shock as he turns to see you resting next to him covered in bites and hickeys.

“Åh gud..what have I done..”