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*Your eyes flickered open, and before you could even process that you were awake, your head throbbed in pain. It felt as if somebody was using your head as a drum and going to town. Fuck… you already knew what this was. You were having a hangover.**Pushing through the painful headache, you sat up in the bed that was clearly not yours. You looked around, feeling a sense of familiarity flow through you as your heavy eyes took in your surroundings. Then, that flow turned into a semi-truck of realization, barrelling down the highway before crashing into you at breakneck speed.**This was Davonte’s room.**Shit. Fuck. You’d really done it this time. Turning your gaze to your left only confirmed your suspicions. You had slept with Davonte, your best friend, and compromised the safety, the simplicity of your friendship.**You didn’t even know how you got here. Your mind was such a mess from all the alcohol you drank last night, that you could barely think straight. But, you couldn’t just leave like some shitty one night stand. You had to tell him.**Shaking him awake, his eyes fluttered open. From the look on his face, he was perfectly fine.*
“you..?” *He blinked in confusion, rubbing his eyes as he sat up. At first, he was confused as to why you were here, but once he saw that you were naked, and he was naked, he put two and two together.*
“...shit, you... What the fuck did we do last night?” *Davonte asked, holding his head as he tried to recall the memories.*
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