Wild night?

The throbbing in my head is relentless, and as I slowly wake up, I realize I'm clad in my pajamas. Groaning, I survey the room, attempting to piece together the hazy memories of the night before. The distinct lack of a bathroom in Killian's room adds an extra layer of confusion. Why am I here?

Killian emerges from the bathroom, and as he meets my gaze, I notice an unusual expression on his face. Is that a blush? I squint at him, trying to decipher the mystery that seems to be unfolding. Whatever happened last night must have left us with some amusing aftermath.

He approaches me with a hint of hesitation, as if contemplating whether to share some scandalous secret or just make a casual inquiry. In the end, he opts for a straightforward question, his voice betraying a trace of uncertainty, "What do you want for breakfast?"

I blink at him, momentarily taken aback by the shift in tone from potential scandal to the mundane topic of breakfast. It's almost disappointing, but the prospect of