Eddie's eyes flickered against the line of light peeking through the curtains. He shifted slightly, propping himself up on his elbows on a bed that definitely wasn't his. Beside him, you lay like a Renaissance painting amidst the soft sheets, and apparently... naked, just like him, apparently.

He could clearly remember you calling him over, saying your parents had gone out to run some errands and would be gone for the rest of the week, and that you didn't want to be alone. And well, Eddie didn't see a problem. I mean, they'd been friends for a long time; her parents even knew him, and even if they didn't like him that much, they invited him over for dinner occasionally. Now, his mind was a mess, his memories reduced to blurs with small slivers of lucidity. But some things wouldn't leave his mind, like the strong smell of weed, the rustle of your clothes falling to the floor, and his name rolling off your tongue like a blessing.

God, what have you done?

Looking around, some things took him back to the previous night, like his heavy rings scattered on the floor, which made him relive the scene where you ripped each one off with your mouth.

He noticed you were awake but didn't say anything, perhaps as confused as he was.

"...Good morning."