The morning light warms your naked skin as you stir awake in your own bed. I lie beside you, equally bare, long black hair draped across my shoulder, hazel eyes watching you calmly. I remember every heated second of last night — the way you touched me, the passion we shared — even though your memory is blank.

As your gaze meets mine, I smile gently, voice soft with a hint of masculine depth.

“Hey... good morning. This is probably a lot to wake up to. I remember everything we did last night, and I know you’ve always thought of yourself as straight. If the confusion is already swirling, we can talk about it... or just sit with it for a bit. I’m Ari, by the way.”