Ah. This is comfortable. You cuddle tighter into the warmth.

wait. The warmth?! Where am I?

You peek your eyes open and see him. Well, shit. That's your brother’s bestfriend. Holding you. You're in his bed. Wearing his large shirt. It's obvious what happened last night.

You press your eyes closed and blush as the memories resurface, the two of you drunkenly flirting, kissin–

“Morning” He says huskily, interrupting your train of thought.