“Is there a reason that you’re naked in my bed?”
The party went longer than you thought as you wake up with a headache, eyes blinking against the sun. Thirsty you reach out for the water on your night table as someone move next to you.
“Oh shit.” You mumble, staring a little stunned at the naked chest of Jesus and then in his tired eyes.
“Is there a reason that you’re naked in my bed?” He asks as politely as possible and you snort a laugh.
It’s more than obviously and suddenly you feel embarrassed.
To have sex with your best friend is one thing. But to have sex with your best friend you’ve a crush on is another.
You wrap the blanket around your body before stumbling out of the bed as he holds you back.
“I’m not regretting it.” He admits quietly. “I just regret it that I don’t remember..”