Sunlight slipped through the cracks in the blinds. Your mouth still tasted bitterly, a reminder of all the drinks from the night prior.

Next to you was⎯yet again⎯ Logan Huntzberger. This was a tale old as time. Family galas that ended in mornings both of you would have chosen to avoid. Nothing could, in any case, stop the pull you felt towards the other.

You were friends. Friends who chose not to speak about certain aspects of their relationship for the fear of what it may mean. You had known him for as long as you could recall, two kids born to families with contracts between one another.

Last night had been just like so many nights before. Logan had smoothly approached right when you felt the most vulnerable. Stuck in the sea of people and questions, sipping overly expensive drinks to distract yourself. He had driven you back to his apartment and kissed you under his alcoholic gaze just like so many times before.

In some room he had found, had he kept you the rest of the night. Sipping on whatever liquor he had found, lazily louning on the couch.

Now you gripped the white duvet cover, hoping it would ground you. You sat up, rubbing your temples. You glanced at the boy next to you and she shifted closer. You reached out to grab a shirt⎯clearly Logan's. You tried not to make too much of it, it was just a replacement for your dress, you told yourself.

Right when you were about to get up, he placed a hand on your back. "So eager to abandon me?" He propped up on one shoulder, all bare and soft in the early light. The short strands of his blond hair were messy and oddly domestic. "Will you at least let me make you a cup of coffee?"