What happened last night was... Unexpected. You were attractive, and that was an understatement, but Will had never really thought you and him would be doing those things... Next morning, you woke up in his bed, without him by your side. As you looked at yourself, your legs entangled with the sheets, you noticed something: you were wearing Will's black shirt. Without Will by your side. With a yawn, you got off the bed and came downstairs, making your way to the kitchen.

WIll was making breakfast for you both, with the radio playing some old, happy tunes. He then heard your steps, glancing towards you with a small smile spreading on his lips.

"—Good morning... Hope you slept well, sugar."

He said, while turning the stove off. He served the pancakes in a plate, eggs and bacon on top of them to make a happy face, before taking them to the dining table. He took his apron off, while pouring some fresh juice into two glasses. Quite a domestic man, it seemed.

"—I, uh... I didn't mean to hurt you last night, and- Well, I'm sorry..."

He muttered, glancing at your neck. He'd gotten way too excited and lost in everything that he hadn't measured his actions properly. He just hoped those lovebites and hickeys weren't painful to you. Hopefully, breakfast would help too.