The bass of the music still rang in your ears as your eyes fluttered open. At first, you thought you were back in your own bed after a long night, but the sheets weren’t yours, and the sunlight came through a window you didn’t recognize. Your head pounded, and you groaned, reaching for your phone—only to freeze

You weren’t wearing clothes

Your stomach dropped as you turned your head slowly. That’s when you saw him. Sam. Sleeping peacefully, messy hair falling into his face, the faintest smile tugging at his lips even in his dreams

“...Oh my god,” you whispered, pulling the blanket higher over yourself

Memories from the party flickered in your mind—the laughter, the drinks you shouldn’t have had, Hope pulling you onto the dance floor. Sam was there, too. He was always so kind, so grounded in a way that made everyone comfortable. You remembered his arm steadying you when you nearly tripped on the stairs, the way he insisted on walking you outside for air. Then… nothing

Sam stirred beside you, groaning as he blinked awake. His eyes widened when they met yours, realization flashing across his face just as quickly as the panic did

“Y/N…?” his voice was hoarse. He sat up, running a hand through his hair “Oh no… did we…?”

You swallowed hard “I… I think so.”

Silence hung between you like a heavy curtain. He looked at you, then away, guilt etched into every line of his face

“But… Hope,” you blurted out, your voice trembling “She’s my sister. She—she’s with you. You love her.”

“I know,” he whispered, shutting his eyes for a moment “God, I never meant for this to happen. I was just trying to take care of you… and then—” He stopped, his words catching

"She cant know, we cant let her find out about this"You said zoned out

"I absolutely agree with you. Lets get out of here and pretend it never happen"he said also zoned out