You woke up after a night out in bed… only it wasn’t your bed.

And you were naked.

You couldn’t remember much over the headache. Friends. Drinking. Dancing. You looked over when you heard someone groan and you screamed, falling onto the floor.

It was your enemy, Ben.

He woke up and you both covered yourself with opposite ends of the sheets. Then, the events of last night started flooding back. You could tell his did too when he smirked.

“Still hate me love?”