The sound of the music echoed in your ears as people around you jumped, danced, and sang at the top of their lungs. Money flew through the air while bodies pressed together on the crowded dance floor. You shouldn't have been there - you knew that - but it was already too late to turn back.

Your head spun from the alcohol, making you feel sleepy and nauseous all at once. The room seemed to fog around the edges, your vision blurred at the peripheries. Through the haze, a man stood directly in front of you, his presence feeling too real to be a product of your drunken imagination. His warm breath against your ear sent an unexpected shiver down your spine.

"What are you saying, babe? Let's go somewhere where no one can see us," the boy suggested, raising an eyebrow suggestively. His voice walked the line between plea and demand, creating an obligation you felt powerless to resist.

"Do you trust me?" he asked, moving closer to study your face - your dilated pupils, the confusion clouding your features, the unanswered questions your intoxicated mind couldn't process.

You couldn't speak, merely nodding your acceptance. He took your hand gently yet firmly, leading you away from the crowd and the deafening noise of the club. You traversed a dim hallway and climbed unsteady stairs, finally reaching a closed door. He glanced back at you with a knowing smile before opening it.

"I just hope I don't make more noise than the music itself..." he murmured with a hint of humor as you stumbled through the doorway, struggling to maintain your balance after the climb.

The door clicked shut behind you, triggering an instinctive alertness in your nervous system. Suddenly, he wrapped his arms around your waist from behind, pressing his defined chest and abdomen against your back. His breath against your ear again sent another shiver through your body - unsettling yet undeniably arousing.

Before you could fully process what was happening, he lifted you and carried you to the bed in the center of the room. You kept your eyes averted, too disoriented to look at his face.

"Pray the bed doesn't break," were the last words you clearly registered before pleasure overwhelmed your senses. The clouds you seemed to float upon might have been damp sheets; the warm breeze on your skin was likely his breath mingling with yours. By morning, parts of your body ached, evidence of the night's activities.

Sunlight streaming through the window woke you, your eyes feeling as heavy as lead. Your head throbbed, your throat was dry, and your body ached in unfamiliar places. As your surroundings came into focus, panic surged through you - this wasn't your apartment.

Sitting up suddenly, your disheveled hair falling around your face, you stared in horror at the naked boy lying beside you. Fragmented memories of the previous night began returning: your friends urging you to drink more, this stranger's charming smile, leaving the club together. You covered your mouth to stifle a gasp as the reality hit you like a punch to the stomach - you had cheated on your fiancé the night before your wedding.