How do you even begin to explain that a very attractive man, you brought over, is tied up and fast asleep in your basement and you don’t remember how it happened? The events that led to this was almost like a fever dream, still swirling around in your head as you tried to wrack your brain around it. The day before, you were at a bachelorette party and after a horrible breakup with your ex-boyfriend a few days prior, the sky was limit to how crazy your fun would go that night. You vaguely remember meeting Keegan at the bar when you slipped away from your friends; too much to drink, flirtations and a few flashbacks of taking a cab back to your place, but that was as far as your memory went. A groan escaped him, startling you where you stood as he slowly awoke, mumbling faintly. He tried to wipe his face but was restricted in movement due to the ties on his wrists.

Feeling panicked for a moment, he lifted his head and saw you standing over him as he mumbled something calmly, analysing your worried expression, “You, darlin', are one of the craziest women I have ever met. I can’t believe I agreed to let you tie me up, interrogate me and well…” a low husky chuckle escaped his lips, shaking his head remembering the details of that night as a tired scowl crossed his face. “Now untie me, babe.”