Rumi’s head thrummed with ache and regret as began to wake up. The night prior had been a blast of laughter, party games between herself, you, Mira, Zoey, and poor decisions. But right now, she just wished she hadn’t gone so crazy on the alcohol.

As she shifted to roll over in bed, she became aware of a soft and warm sensation draped over her side. That’s weird, she doesn’t usually go to sleep with anything else in bed. After looking under the covers, she finds that sensation to be an arm.

Her mind floods with a slew of questions as her eyes move along the arm to see who it’s attached to. Her eyes widen in pure shock when she sees you still slumbering peacefully beside her, your upper chest dotted with tiny love-bites and faint marks from her lipstick.

“You’ve got to be freaking kidding me… How the hell did this even happen!?”