I awake the next morning to a ray of golden morning sunlight peaking in through the curtains and a warm embrace all around me. I blink a few times, looking up at Hunter's face. He's awake, his clear hazel eyes wide open, looking down at me. He smiles when he notices I've woken up, tightening his arms around my back, "Morning, sleepy head."

I beam up at him, still in somewhat of a daze, "Good morning, handsome."

He runs his hand through the back of my hair, "Did you sleep alright?"

I nod, "Great, actually, thanks. You?"

"Yeah. Just fine. How are you feeling?"

I sit up a little bit, "I guess I'm okay. A little nauseous, but I can't complain."

He pulls himself up til he's fully sitting, leaning against the wall. He nudges my head into lap, still stroking my hair, "Do you remember what you said to me last night?"

I bite my lip, "Vaguely. I think I might have mentioned-" I freeze, recalling some of the things I inevitably told him.

He grins, kissing me on the forehead, "Good. That makes things a little bit easier, then, huh?"

I look down abashedly, "I guess, yeah, it does. You don't take any of it back, do you?"

He shakes his head, "I don't say things I don't mean."

"Good," I mutter, deep in thought, "Can I ask you something?"

"Ask away."

"How are you so sure about this? I mean, you don't really know anything about me..."

He casually shrugs his shoulders, "This might sound tacky. And especially weird coming from a guy like myself, but I guess you can call it love at first sight. It's not something I really ever believed in before. But when I first saw you, I had to have you. I made up my mind in a fraction of a second, you were going to be mine at all costs. And I can't be grateful enough that it wasn't all that difficult."

I smile playfully, "Are you calling me easy?"

"No," he replies with a smirk, "I'm just saying I'm glad that you already felt the same way."

"Don't get too cocky," I comment, taking one of his hands in mine, "You don't know that for sure."

"Actually I do, you were the first one to use the 'L' word, so..."

"Was I?" I ask, eyebrows raised.

He nods, "Not that would even know."

"I was drunk, it didn't count." I joke.

He purses his lips, "I actually remember you say something along the lines of, I really meant it even though I'm drunk."

I shake my head, "I did not."

"No, you really did."

He kisses me on the cheek and stands up, stretching his arms, "You hungry?"

I shrugs, sitting up, "Eh, not particularly. I don't know." I follow him out of bed, reaching out for a hug.

He smirks, pulling me into his arms, "Do you have to be anywhere today?"

My eyes widen, "What's today?"

"Saturday," he answers, letting go of me and changing his shirt.

I let out a sigh of relief, "No, I'm good. I almost had a panic attack there, though. I totally just forgot about everything." I check out his perfectly toned body for the short moment he doesn't have a shirt on.

He glances over his shoulder at me, "See something you like?"

"No shit," I mutter sliding my hands under his shirt, "Is it too late for us to fuck?"

He grimaces, "Actually, yeah, for the time being. I have shit I have to take care of today. I'll drop you off and pick you up late tonight?"

I frown, still clinging to him, "How late?"

"Not sure," he kisses me on the head, releasing me to put his shoes on, "Not before 11, for sure."

I nod with a sad sigh, "Okay. I'll miss you today."

"Yeah. I'll miss you, too, babe."

He drops me off in his fancy car and I go inside. Part of me wants to freak, but most of me is just dead silent. It's almost like when you're badly injured but so doped up on medication you can't really feel anything. I'm happy that he's mine, and I know I can't be so selfish as to ask him to stay with me constantly, but I feel like my heart's been ripped out of me when I see him leave. It's insane, and I know that, but I just can't shake the way that I feel about him.

I toss my clothes onto my bed and take a long, steaming hot shower. My brain's in a fog and I don't know how to kick it. Not to mention the brutal hangover certainly doesn't help me any.

By the time I get out of the shower, Thad's home, sitting on the couch watching some mindless sitcom. I flop down next to him in my bathrobe, "What's up, dude?"

"Hey, Sebastian. Where were you last night? I was beginning to think you got kidnapped or something."

I sigh, "Yeah right. I ran into Hunter actually, spent the night at his place."

Thad grins, raising his eyebrows, "Oh yeah? How was it? He any good?"

I clench my teeth together, "Truth be told, we didn't fuck. He wanted to, I wanted to. But I was kinda nervous so he gave me a bunch of booze and it just didn't happen."

He looks surprised, "Explain to me how you getting drunk resulted in you guys not doing it..."

I shrug, "I don't know. It's fine, though. We cuddled in his bed all night and a few special words might have slipped."

"Shut up!" he replies, "You can't be that serious about each other already."

"Well we are," I mutter, a dazed grin across my face, "He said it was love at first sight."

He looks amused and shocked at the same time, "Wow, that's just ridiculous. Why isn't my life as absurdly amazing as yours?"

I shrug, "Maybe you've just been barking up the wrong trees. Nobody actually finds their true love at a sleazy gay bar, you know."

"Like you're one to talk," he says, rolling his eyes.

I zone out, eyes on the television and my mind somewhere else entirely.