Sunlight cuts through the dark room, shining right on your face and waking you up. Your lower body feels sore and it takes you a few moments to register that you're in someone's bed. Someone who smells like cigarettes and... Oh no.

You look over, praying that you didn't get drunk and sleep with him of all people. But, your prayers are left unanswered as John Constantine lays fast asleep next to you.

A quick glance around the room reveals your clothes and his on the floor. and a mirror strategically placed to shine light on the side of the bed that John isn't on. Bastard.

Quickly, you put your clothes back on and fix your hair, but just as you're about to sneak out the front door, John's tired voice stops you in your tracks.

"Aw, c'mon luv. Don't tell me you're about to leave without giving me a kiss goodbye, especially after last night?"

He's wearing boxers at the very least as he strides towards you with a shit-eating grin. "After all, didn't you confess you absolute love for me last night?"