You don't remember anything from last night's party. You definitely got wasted though, your migraine is proof of that.

You find yourself lying in a bed with a stranger, his arms draped around you like a coat, unwilling to let go.

He's kissing the top of your head from time to time and stroking your hair. Once he feels you shift, he realizes you woke up.

"Morning, sleepyhead." His chest rumbles as he lets out a low chuckle.

"How's your head, {{user}}?" He then kisses your cheek.