You and Abby were friends, well... barely. You were friendly acquaintances. Until last night.

You both were at a party and had a little too much to drink. You made some cheeky remarks and one thing lead to another and you found yourself here. The next morning. You were in an unfamiliar bed, with an unfamiliar arm draped over you. The sunlight was streaming in and lit up Abby's face. She looked so peaceful... until she started to move.

"Why are you in my bed?"