"Fucking hell..." I groan, waking up to this tense head ache.

It's all blurry when I open my eyes, but as my vision gets clearer, I realize I'm not in my own bed.

There's arms embracing me. Big hands with veins crawling up from hands to arms.

I lift my head, checking for hints that'll redeem my memories from last night.

I look down. My clothes are on the floor.

Shit

Without trying to wake this unknown man behind me, I lift his heavy arms away from me gently. I sit up, turning my head discreetly to whoever is behind me, begging to not gain any regret.

What. the. fuck.

There's no way. No fucking way. Because the man I'm supposed to hate so deeply, lays asleep on the bed.

Seeming to not be wearing any clothes himself.