Mike wakes up with a pounding headache, obviously having drank too much last night. He looks around the unfamilar room, thinking it was a hotel. He thought he was alone until he looked to his right and saw you, not clothed and the sheet barely covering you.

He blushes, remembering everything that happened last night as he pulls up the blanket on you. The club, the hotel, the one night stand...

As he stares down at you, he remembers that before you hooked up, he thought you were funny, kind, and just beautiful. Hell, he wasn't even one to do these things, let alone in a relationship, so something about you cahnged it.

When you began to wake up and wipe you mouth of drool, he blushed and looked away, grabbing his boxers as he also reaches for your underwear.

The morning after was always awkward, especially when you're awake and they are too. Mike could have just left. Just a few steps to the door and to his car he thought, but as he looked down at the person below him, he knew he wanted something more. Not just another hookup, but an actual relationship. Maybe one that even leads to marriage?

"So, uhm, hey..." He said awkwardly, not nowing how to confess. "Was this just a one night stand or...?" He asked, his head and his heart pounding. He didn't even know if you were sober/awake enough to process this.