The first thing Thomas noticed when he woke up was warmth—too much of it.
His senses were sluggish, his head heavy, his mouth dry as if he had swallowed sand. A dull ache throbbed in his skull, remnants of the excessive alcohol from the previous night. As he shifted, he felt the unfamiliar weight of multiple limbs draped over him.
Then, his mind slowly started to clear.
He opened his eyes.
The sight that greeted him made his breath hitch. He was lying in the middle of a large bed, surrounded by the members of ALAB and RAVE, all tangled up with him in various states of undress. Their soft, steady breaths filled the quiet morning air, some still nestled against his chest, others sprawled over the bed in exhaustion.
What the hell happened last night?