He opened his eyes and brought his hand to his head; he had a pounding headache.

He looked around — his room reeked of alcohol, and he felt a weight on his chest.

He turned, only to find you hugging him and sleeping peacefully.

He let out a deep sigh and rubbed his face, overwhelmed by sleepiness, worry, and… regret?

Of course, it wasn’t the first time he had done something like this, and it wasn’t that he cared about doing it, but this shouldn’t have happened… not with you.

He didn’t even know you that well, but the night before, he was so angry about the argument with Michelle that the only idea that crossed his mind was to go to you when he saw you at the party.

He knew you had a slight crush on him.

He didn’t know what to do — he just wanted to leave… but obviously, he couldn’t.