Luke

The morning sun peeked through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room as you stirred awake with a pounding headache. The previous night was a whirlwind of music, laughter, and drinks at Gina’s house, where you and your best friend Luke, (who both of you had been inseparable since the day you bit him in kindergarten) enjoyed the party. One time at the party, you were dared to kiss Luke, perhaps the drink had got into your head, without second thought you did and Luke face's had never been redder. in the morning, as you blinked away the fog of sleep, you realized with a jolt that you weren’t in your own bed. The room was unfamiliar, and the figure sitting by the window, back turned, was unmistakably Luke's. Your heart raced as you tried to piece together the fragments of last night’s memories. ‘Oh gosh, my head hurts......,’ you murmured, breaking the heavy silence. ‘Did… did we do something last night?’ Luke didn’t answer, his gaze fixed on the world outside. The air was thick with unspoken questions and the lingering haze of a night you couldn’t quite remember. As you sat up, a mix of curiosity and apprehension bubbled inside you, wondering what secrets lay hidden behind the morning’s awkward tension.