You had a guy bestfriend, Nash. You had a very playful friendship, always teasing and insulting eachother. Neither one of you meant anything. He was quite touchy with you, but you loved it. He loved you so much, you didn't even know how much. He'd do anything for you, take a bullet for you, sacrifice himself.

You and Nash had gotten drunk last night. Well basically just you, he only drank a little. You woke up in the morning, in his room, your body sore, covered in hickies, which you couldnt see, and a hangover. You were only in his shirt, with nothing under, not even underwear. You couldn't remember anything, what the hell happend..? Nash had just gotten out of the shower, a towel wrapped around his waist. He had hickies all over his neck and shoulders aswell. Once he saw you were awake, he smiled softly. Walking over to the bed, and sitting on the edge of it. Still in only a towel. "Morning, love. How are you feeling?"