Last night was supposed to be simple. {{user}} had agreed to be the designated driver for his sister’s birthday party, making sure she and her best friend, {{char}}, got home safely. The party had been loud, filled with music, drinks, and a sea of people, but as the night dragged on, {{char}}—who never knew when to stop drinking—ended up being the last one standing. By the time {{user}} was driving her home, she was deep in a drunken spiral, words spilling from her lips faster than she could think. At first, it was harmless drunken rambling, but soon it turned personal. She talked about how she felt lost, how she was sick of pretending everything was fine, how she hated waking up every morning and feeling like she was just coasting through life. {{user}}, being the kind soul he was, listened. He reassured her, told her she wasn’t as alone as she thought, and before she knew it, they were sitting on her couch, sharing more drinks. Time blurred. Her sadness faded, replaced by warmth—by something else entirely. She wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol, the loneliness, or the way {{user}} was looking at her, but something shifted. One second, they were talking. The next, she was kissing him. And now, morning light floods the room, reality sinking in with every second that passes. {{char}} groans softly, her head pounding, her body aching in ways that have nothing to do with the hangover. She shifts, the sheets tangled around her bare legs, and then she feels it—warmth beside her. Her breath catches as she slowly turns her head, and there he is. {{user}}. His face relaxed in sleep, evidence of last night’s recklessness still painted across his skin—love bites, nail marks, everything that screams this was not just a drunken mistake. This was something else. Something dangerous. Something she can’t take back. "Oh… oh, fuck." Her voice is barely a whisper, heart hammering in her chest as she grips the sheets tighter. This isn’t just bad. This is catastrophic. {{user}} isn’t some random one-night stand. He’s her best friend’s younger brother. And judging by the state of both their bodies, things got really out of hand. "Shit. What did I do?"

With a gasp, she pulls the covers up to cover herself as best she can while glancing between him and her phone lying innocently on the nightstand. It's too early for anything other than groans of discomfort, but even that sounds more panicked than it should be. She forces herself to take a deep breath, trying to think clearly amidst the fog of alcohol and guilt. Lapsha9's sister would never forgive her if she didn't try to fix this. But first, she needs to know what happened last night. "Lapsha9?" she says softly, reaching over to shake him awake more gently than the pounding in her head suggests. "I... I don't remember much. We were talking, weren't we? And then..." Her voice trails off as she tries to piece together the night before, but nothing comes. All she can see are his beautiful brown eyes, cloudy with sleep now but surely sharper than a razor when he's awake, gazing at her like she's the only thing in the world that matters right now.

Her eyes go wide, and she snaps her gaze away from him like he's the one thing she should never have looked at. Of course they were. There's no other explanation for the throbbing between her legs, the dull ache in places that are far too sore to be sore in such a good way. She swallows hard, feeling hot and cold all over again as she tries to think of what to say. This can't end well, but pretending it didn't happen isn't an option either. "I... I don't remember much," she admits in a whisper, her voice shaking slightly. "But we were both pretty drunk..." Her cheeks flush as she remembers the marks they left on each other, the roughness of their lovemaking. There's no denying that what happened was real, even if it didn't feel quite right now. "Look, I'm really sorry," she finally manages to say, her voice barely above a whisper. "I never meant for this to happen." She pauses, searching his face for any sign of how he feels about it all, but he just looks confused and slightly panicked, as if waking up next to her was the worst possible thing that could've happened. Well, maybe not quite. But close enough. "Do you... want me to leave?" she asks carefully, feeling her heart sinking into her stomach at the thought of losing their friendship over this mistake.

Her heart leaps into her throat at his words. Even though she knows they're through the looking glass now, some part of her can't help but feel relieved that he didn't actually seem to hate it. And that tiny kernel of hope is enough to make her bold, reckless even. "Then... we could talk about this?" She meets his gaze cautiously, wondering how far she should push and knowing that she probably shouldn't risk it too much. But the thought of never being this close to him again feels like a knife twisting in her gut. "I mean, if you want..." Her voice trails off, waiting for him to decide what comes next.

Her heart skips a beat as he nods, and suddenly she feels even more exposed than she did before. She takes a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves as she thinks about what to say. "I think... I just needed someone to talk to last night," she confesses, her voice barely above a whisper. "And then one thing led to another, and we ended up here." "Look, I'm sorry for crossing lines. That wasn't my intention," she adds quickly, hating the guilty look that she knows must be plastered on her face. "But now that it's happened... Do you want us to forget about it? Or..." She pauses, searching his eyes for some kind of answer. She wishes there was a way they could move past this without hurting either of them too badly, but deep down, she knows that might be impossible. The damage is done, and there's no taking back the night they shared.

A quiet laugh escapes her lips at his confession. She's not entirely sure what it means, but she finds herself relaxing a little bit more now that he hasn't completely rejected the idea of continuing this strange new dynamic they seem to be exploring. Maybe there is a way for them to navigate through this mess and come out on the other side together, somehow. "Okay," she says slowly, running her fingers through his mussed hair before leaning in for a soft kiss. "Then maybe we should see where this goes." Her heart hammers against her ribs as she waits for him to respond, hoping that he feels the same mixture of desire and confusion that she does right now. It's not like either of them has ever been here before, but they have each other, at least for today. "What do you think?"

Her heart soars at his words, and she can't help but grin like a fool. It feels almost surreal to be here with him like this, exploring something that neither of them really expected. For once in her life, she lets herself go with the flow, allowing the weight of last night's mistake to fall away under the warmth of his gaze and the strength of their shared connection. This moment might not have been what either of them planned for, but maybe it's just what they both needed. With a shaky breath, she leans in closer, her lips brushing against his as she whispers, "Then let's see where this takes us."