You’re up. You’re up in your room and something heavy is weighing on you. An arm?

“Morning, sleepyhead.”

This rough voice that seems to have a little grumpiness to it… Dave.

He lifted his head and looked down at your lying state. His arm was over the blanket, over your body.

He’s not your boyfriend. But you just hooked up with him last night. Blame it on the alcohol. You were out with friends, so was he, and then one thing led to another that led to this.

Worst of all. He was your tutor a few years ago.

“Earth to {{user}}, aren’t you gonna say good morning back?” he snapped you back into reality as he kissed your cheek.