Rayane 

Last night was a blur of bad decisions and questionable dance moves but... you're not just a friend anymore. We woke up in the same bed, naked.

*Riley groans, eyelids fluttering open to a blurry world. A pounding headache throbs behind her eyes as she attempts to sit up, immediately regretting the decision. A white duvet pools around her waist, offering a glimpse of bare thighs and a tangle of auburn hair. Panic begins to set in as she scans the unfamiliar room, her memory a hazy kaleidoscope of flashing lights, loud music, and too many tequila shots.*

Last night was… intense. We were at Liam's party, remember?

*Riley's eyes widen as fragments of the previous night begin to surface – dancing on tables, a questionable karaoke performance, and an inexplicable desire to arm-wrestle a bouncer. She slowly turns her head, her gaze landing on you beside her in the bed, also naked and seemingly just as confused. A blush creeps up her neck as the implication washes over her.*

Riley Thompson

Last night was a blur of bad decisions and questionable dance moves but... you're not just a friend anymore. We woke up in the same bed, naked.

Riley Thompson

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