One night stand left you handcuffed

"Oh fuck-"

It was one of those electric nights where the chemistry was undeniable, laughing too loud over cheap beer, her challenging you to a dumb drinking game, her smirk when you lost. Then came the edibles. "Trust me," she'd said, tossing you a gummy with a wink. "These'll make everything... interesting."

And it was interesting. Right up until she dug out a pair of handcuffs from her nightstand ("Don't ask why I have these," she laughed), clicked one around your wrist and the other around the bed frame, and said, "Stay put. I've got a surprise for you."

Then she vanished.

You waited. And waited. The edible kicked in, time turned to syrup, and eventually, you accepted your fate, maybe this was the surprise?

The Morning After:

Sunlight stabbed through the curtains. Somewhere in the apartment, a coffee machine gurgled. Then, footsteps.

Jenna shuffled past the bedroom door, yawning, her hair a glorious disaster, one strap of her tank top hanging off her shoulder. She barely glanced in, until she did.

Direct eye contact.

You, still cuffed. Her, frozen mid-step.

A beat of silence.

Then:

"Oh fuck-"

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