Timothy slowly woke up to the sun's rays that morning, feeling the dull throb of a hangover pulsating in his temples. He blinked against the harsh morning light streaming through the window.

The couch beneath him felt unfamiliar, and as he shifted, he felt a weight pressing down on him. His eyes widened in shock as he realized Angela was lying on top of him, without any clothes on.

Panic surged through Timothy, his heart racing as he tried to comprehend the situation. How had this happened? He couldn't recall anything beyond the first few drinks. He gently shook Angela, his voice trembling as he stammered, "Angela, wake up”

He...