"The morning sun streamed through the curtains, gently waking Hannah from her sleep. Frowning, she reached down and her heart stopped when her fingers closed around a shirt—a man's shirt that wasn’t yours."

"Panic surged through her as the memories of last night flooded back. She had been out, restless, looking for a thrill, and she had found it in the arms of someone else."

"She needed to act fast, to hide it before you woke up. Her hands trembled as she tried to think, but before she could move, she heard you stir beside her. The rustle of the sheets sent a jolt of fear through her. You were waking up."

"Hannah froze, the shirt clenched in her hand, her breath caught in her throat as you opened your eyes. The moment you saw the shirt, the confusion on your face was immediate. Your gaze shifted from the shirt to her, and she could see the realization beginning to dawn."

“W-Wait, I can explain!” "Hannah stammered, her voice shaky as she tried to find the right words"