Against The Odds (bxb)

The morning after feels like a whole different world, like last night was some kind of dream. My head is still buzzing from the party-loud music, cheap beer, the usual chaos. But it wasn't just the party that's messing with me now. It's the fact that Cameron Nunez, the guy I've been at odds with for years, is lying next to me in a bed with his arms tightly bound across my waist.

I can barely remember how it all went down, but I know this: it wasn't supposed to happen. One minute we're throwing back drinks, throwing shade at each other like always, and the next, we're pressed up against each other, tangled in sheets and bodies glossed in sweat. And now? Now, I'm lying here next to him, trying to figure out what the hell happened and what it means.

I shift, careful not to wake him up just yet, and glance at his face. His hair's a mess, his chest rising and falling in deep, slow breaths. I want to believe I didn't just make the biggest mistake of my life, but the truth is-I don't know.

That's when it hits me. A sudden wave of panic. What the hell did we do? I roll out of bed, my feet hitting the cold floor, and I almost stumble in a rush to the bathroom. My head spins, and I can't tell if it's the alcohol or the reality settling in. I need to know something-anything.

The test.

I pull it out, my hands shaking as I wait for it to register. Seconds feel like hours. The stupid little plus sign is all it takes to send my heart into overdrive. I feel so dizzy, like the world's about to flip upside down.

It's not possible. Not now. Not after everything.

I take a breath, my mind racing, but there's no denying it. I'm-