Polaroid

"No no no-no! I-I don't do one night stands!" Luke screamed lowly, his finger pointed accusingly at the tall and dark stranger.

"Well pumpkin, you do know." He says, his body slack against the bedsheets. "You-I wouldn't do something like this. This isn't me, I don't sleep with random strangers!" The man sends Luke a sharp glare, so heated it could've made any arsonists proud.

"Well you fucked me. . .didn't you?" A smirk curves his lips just the slightest, and he waves his corded arms, as if he's displaying something in front of him.

"Welcome to the morning after pumpkin."