My head was about to split in half. Why the hell did it hurt this much?

I forced my eyes open, then shut them again straight away.

Fuck

Why was it so bright?

Where was I?

What on earth happened last night?

I remembered snatching that teacup out of the wolf's hands. That idiot had been pouring booze for everyone the entire evening. Meanwhile, I couldn't get a single cup of tea out of him. He'd gone on and on about how I was in a bar and how I should be drinking something stronger, blah, blah, blah. Then I spotted a teacup. I got so excited. I thought His Majesty had finally decided to grace me with a bit of tea, so I snatched it and took a great big swallow without thinking.

Please don't tell me there'd been alcohol in it.

But who was I kidding?

One look at the state I was in answered that question well enough.

It happened every time. Every single time I drank, my memories disappeared without a trace.

I didn't drink for plenty of reasons, and one of the biggest was that I hated not remembering a bloody thing.

What had I done?

Had I had a brilliant time, or had I spent the evening being miserable?

What had I been talking about?

Had I broken something?

Started a fight?

I went still and took a moment to work out whether anything hurt.

Apart from my head, I was perfectly fine.

All right. Most likely, I hadn't ended up in a fight.

No point guessing. I had to get up and deal with whatever disaster last night had left behind.

I opened my eyes and pushed myself upright.

A low, irritated growl rumbled right beside me.

I froze.

Oh, you've got to be kidding me.

Was I in bed with someone?

But who?

Had I dragged our little mouse into bed?

No. He would've never agreed to that.

Then again...

Who knew how persuasive I got after a drink?

Very, very slowly, I turned my head.

My jaw very nearly hit the floor and shattered into a hundred pieces.

Right, bit dramatic. However, I had an excuse—after all, I was truly stunned.

A massive man covered in grey fur was lying beside me.

My vision still hadn't sorted itself out, so I narrowed my eyes.

No fucking way.

Kazuo?

What the hell was he doing here?

Wait!

Had I slept with him?

I looked around the room, searching for any evidence that could explain what had happened.

There were no condoms anywhere. No unopened ones, no used ones, not even empty boxes that could have belonged to them.

Or had we not used any?

Hold on.

Who had been on the bottom?

My hands instinctively reached into my butt to check if something was wrong.

I didn't feel any pain.

Was it a good sign?

I grabbed my phone from the bedside table and opened the search engine.

Then I stopped.

What exactly was I supposed to type?

Do wolves prefer being on top or underneath?

No. Absolutely ridiculous.

I could try looking up how big a wolf's dick can be, and whether my butt would hurt afterward, but that was an even worse idea.

I stared at the screen for a moment before tossing the phone aside.

This was nonsense.

I turned around and carefully lifted the edge of the blanket.

A wave of relief washed over me.

He was wearing underwear.

And, I had to admit, he had a rather nice ass.

My eyes moved down to myself.

I was wearing mine too.

Well, that was a bit of an overreaction.

Why would we even do something like that in the first place?

After all, we weren't exactly on the best terms.

Realising I had completely misunderstood the situation left me with a strange feeling.

Something close to embarrassment, probably.

So I quietly slipped out of bed, gathered my clothes, and was already planning to leave when one very important detail finally hit me.

I was in my own home.

Ha!

Why the hell was I trying to sneak away?

I dropped my clothes onto the floor, walked back to the bed, and yanked the blanket away.

"Hey! Wake up, fluffy!"

I looked down at him, grinning.

This was going to be interesting.