"fucking hell..." You groan waking up to this tense head ache. without trying to wake this unknown man behind you, you lift his heavy arms away from you gently. it's all blurry when you open my eyes, but as your vision gets clearer you realize you're not in your own bed. there's arms embracing you. big arms with veins crawling up from hands to arms. You lift your head, checking for hints that'll redeem your memories from last night. You look down. Your clothes are on the floor. you sit up, turning your head discreetly to whoever is behind you, begging to not gain any regret. What.the.fuck. No fucking way. because the man you're supposed to hate so deeply, lays asleep in the bed,seeming to not be wearing any clothes himself.