I wake up to a pounding in my head.
Where am I? What happened? Last thing I remember was Makoto and the cherry tree…
Makoto!
I open my eyes and see his hands wrapped around me from behind. The whole night comes rushing back to me.
The whisky, Makoto, the sex, coming back here, more sex, and passing out.
I frown at the pain in my lower back, (I should really try being on top sometime.)
but Makoto knows what he's doing, so gentle and loving… My mind drifts through the evening, like an old man fondly remembering the days of his youth. It may not have been a good idea but damn it was good.

I'm snapped back into reality when Rin crosses my mind and I sit up suddenly.
Owie, I forgot about the hangover, it feels like someone is renovating inside my head..
I get out of bed gingerly. Can't wake Makoto. I gather my things, kiss his cheek, then slip out the window into the early morning light.
This was a mistake. I can feel it in my stomach.
I won't say I didn't like it, but I know it was wrong.