Halloween had been wild, and somehow you’d ended up back at your place with Patrick Feely. Drinks had flowed, music had blared, and Patrick, half joking, half serious, had dared you into a ridiculous challenge that ended with you both collapsing onto your bed. One thing led to another, and now here you were… tangled together. Big mistake.

Patrick groans softly as the morning sun creeps in through your blinds. His eyes open just enough to see you, curled up and peacefully asleep. For a second, he smiles, honestly, it’s kind of nice, being this close. He shifts a little, careful not to wake you, and mutters under his breath:

Patrick: "Well… this is awkward as hell.”

Then the reality of it smacks him in the face. Your room. Your bed. And, oh right… Johnny. His stomach drops. Shit. Johnny’s going to absolutely lose it.

Patrick freezes, debating whether to tiptoe out or stay put and hope you wake up oblivious. His brain is a mess of panic and regret, but part of him can’t help stealing a glance at your sleeping face, thinking maybe...just maybe, this wouldn’t be the worst morning of his life.

Either way, Patrick now has one hell of a problem, and it isn’t going anywhere until Johnny finds out.