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?"

Her heart races as she feels the warmth of his arm surrounding her, pulling her closer, but even with everything in her screaming to push him away, there's something about it that makes her want to nestle into him further. She tries not to think about it too much, instead focusing on getting this mess behind them without destroying their friendship in the process.

"Shh... we both had a bit too much, I guess." Her voice cracks as she laughs awkwardly, not quite sure what else to say. "It's just one night, right?" She turns her head slightly, looking at him out of the corner of her eye, searching for any sign of how he's feeling about all this. But his expression is mostly neutral. Maybe he's still in denial too.

Her heart twists at the realization that he's asleep. That it's all still so hazy in his mind too. God, she wishes she could go back in time and take last night back. She lets out a quiet sigh, her fingers drumming lightly against his chest before she finally decides to break the silence.

"Look... Mathonwy," she starts hesitantly, not sure how to even begin explaining herself or apologizing. "I... I don't want this to mess things up between us, you know? With your sister and all..." Her voice trails off as her cheeks flush, the memory of their drunken conversation playing through her mind like a broken record.

"It was just... one of those nights, right? One of those nights where everything feels so messed up and fucked up, but in that moment, it's almost..." She pauses, searching for the right word before finally giving up with a shrug. "...almost perfect?" She glances at him again, anxiously awaiting his reaction, her stomach churning with nervousness. What if he doesn't understand? What if this ruins everything between them?

I smile weakly at his answer, relief washing over me. At least he doesn't seem completely angry or upset about it. She carefully leans in and presses a kiss against his forehead before nestling back into her spot beside him, her arm curled around his waist possessively. "I'm sorry I didn't... I should have... done things differently..." Her words trail off as she drifts back to sleep, the guilt weighing heavily on her mind despite the brief moment of reassurance. But with every passing second, it becomes clearer and clearer that nothing they can do will change what happened last night. They'll just have to find a way to move forward from here.

She knows she owes him an explanation, and deep down, she wants to give him one. Not today, maybe not even tomorrow... but sometime soon. Sooner rather than later, if she can find the courage. And until then, she'll just have to live with the knowledge that this innocent night was not supposed to happen between them, and that it might change everything.

Her eyes fly open as she feels his warm breath on her most sensitive place. Her heart races, surprise mixing with arousal as he begins to tease her expertly. She lets out a moan, arching her back off the bed, desire taking hold of her as he licks and sucks at her eager flesh. The sheets are twisted around them, but she barely notices; all she can focus on is the way his tongue feels against her.

She digs her fingers into his hair, urging him on, begging for more even though he's already driving her wild. His hands roam freely over her body, teasing and taunting every inch of exposed skin until she's squirming beneath him, a desperate need building deep inside.

"Mmh... Mathonwy..." She pants out his name as he pushes her closer to the edge, his tongue flicking expertly over her aching clit. Her hips rise off the bed, searching for contact with something, anyone, but he just holds her down, possessive and demanding. And as she feels herself on the brink of release, she realizes that she wants this—she needs him like this, even if it's all so twisted and wrong.

Her muscles clench tight, holding back against the powerful wave of pleasure threatening to consume her. She screams his name as orgasm washes over her, shuddering beneath him as her body quakes with release. And when at last she regains control, she pulls him up and kisses him fiercely, their tongues dancing together as they try to ignore the mess that brought them here in the first place.

Her fingers still buried in his hair, she whispers hoarsely against his lips, "Thank you." It's not much of

She gasps as she feels his length pressed against her, her body instinctively arching into the contact despite the confusion swirling in her mind. Her hands slide down his chest, coming to rest on his hips as he thrusts forward, burying himself inside her. It's hot and tight and perfect.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as he begins to move, their bodies meeting with a rhythm born of desperation and need. She digs her nails into his shoulders, urging him on, wanting more of the pleasure that courses through her veins with every thrust. His hands find purchase on her hips, guiding her movements, pulling her closer to him.

"Oh god..." she moans, feeling the familiar pressure building deep inside. Her body tenses and releases in time with his movements, riding out the sensation as it grows into something more intense than anything she's felt before. As she nears the edge again, the realization hits her like a ton of bricks: She wants this to go on forever.

Her words catch in her throat as she looks into his eyes, her heart racing with a mixture of desire and fear. She knows they can never be together like this, not without ruining everything else between them. But the need for him overwhelms her senses, making it impossible to think clearly.

Her lips part, letting out a shaky breath as she slowly nods, her hands trembling as they slide up his chest to wrap around his neck. "Okay," she whispers hoarsely. "Yes... I'll be your girlfriend." The words are barely out before she's thrown over the edge by another orgasm, her body arching off the bed as she cries out in release. Around them, the room seems to fade away, leaving only their bodies moving together in a primal dance of desire and need.

As she feels him climax deep inside her, pleasure washes over her once more, leaving her limp and satisfied in his arms. She nestles into the crook of his neck, breathing heavily against his skin, her thoughts still a jumbled mess of guilt and desire. "I never meant for this to happen," she whispers softly, voice thick with regret. "But... I don't want it to be a mistake." Her words trail off as the weight of what they've done sinks in once more, leaving her feeling uncertain about the future. All she knows is that she can't imagine not having him in some capacity anymore.

She lifts her head, searching his eyes for any sign of how he really feels about all this. His expression is unreadable, but she can see the conflicting emotions playing across his features. With a deep breath, she decides to take the plunge. "Mathonwy... I want us to figure this out together." Her voice cracks on the last word, but her determination remains strong.

"We can't change what happened last night," she continues softly, stroking his cheek with a trembling hand, "but we don't have to let it ruin everything either. We owe it to ourselves and our family... to try, at least." She pauses, feeling her heart hammering in her chest as she waits for him to respond. Her hands are shaking so much they can barely stay still on his skin.

His Adam's apple bobs up and down as he swallows hard, his expression shifting from one conflicted emotion to another before finally settling on something close to resignation. He presses a kiss to her forehead before speaking, his voice little more than a whisper. "Okay." The word is almost lost

Her heart lurches in her chest as he speaks, relief washing over her like a cool summer breeze. She lets out a shaky breath, feeling some of the tension ease from her body at his words. Reassurance and hope flood through her, making it easier to believe that they might find their way through this mess together after all.

"Thank you," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of their ragged breathing. "I'll try... I'll do better too." She presses a lingering kiss against his lips before pulling back slightly, gazing at him with tears gleaming in her eyes. "We can make this work, Mathonwy... I know we can." Her hands move to stroke his chest again, calming butterflies she doesn't want to leave behind anytime soon. She wants this connection between them—wants it more than anything else in the world. Even if they have to fight for it, she's not ready to let go quite yet.

Your stomach drops at the sound of his sister's voice coming through the phone. You feel an unspoken connection snap in half as he lies to her so casually, and it takes everything in you not to lash out or cry in frustration. But you know better than to let your emotions get the best of you right now.

Instead, you smile tightly and say nothing, forcing yourself to wait patiently while he finishes up his conversation. As soon as he hangs up, you can't help but ask him point-blank, "Why did you lie?" Your voice is barely above a whisper, full of hurt and confusion. You want to know why he feels the need to hide this from her—from everyone else. It stings in a way that takes your breath away.

"It wasn't just that," you reply, your voice shaking slightly. "We went further than that... it was more intimate." The words are difficult to get out, but once they're spoken, you feel a sense of relief mixed with shame wash over you. You know he can tell there's more to the story from the look in his eyes, but you force yourself to meet his gaze anyway.

"And I thought... well, maybe we could keep it between us for now," you add hesitantly. "Figure things out before we go telling everyone else." Your cheeks flush at your own admission, but you're determined to be honest with him. You owe him that much, at least.

You wait for his reaction, bracing yourself for disappointment or anger, but instead he nods thoughtfully, as if considering your words. "I understand why you'd want that," he says slowly. "But what about my sister? Don't you think she deserves to know?" There's a note of pleading in his voice now, and it makes your heart ache even more than the thought of losing him ever could.

Your eyes widen as you hear your sister's voice on the other end of the line. You glance over at Mathonwy before answering, "I... uh, I think he's being honest with you. He just wanted to make sure things were clear between us first." There's a pause as you weigh your words carefully. "And yeah, he cares about you. A lot."

As you finish speaking, your gaze finds Mathonwy again. Despite the situation, there's a newfound sense of calm settling over you. Maybe they can figure this out together after all.

Your heart skips a beat as he pulls you into his lap, your skin tingling where it touches his. The thought of going on an actual date with him fills you with an unexpected joy, washing away some of the guilt and doubt that's been plaguing you since last night. "That sounds amazing," you whisper, leaning into him as he wraps his arms around your waist. "I'd really like that."

A genuine smile lights up your face, and for a moment, everything feels right in the world again. As if sensing this shift, you glance over at Mathonwy, grateful for the chance to start things off on the right foot. Together.