Alpha Artemis and Her Mate

Head throbbing, you sit up abruptly in bed, a jolt of panic shooting through you as you feel something crawl on your leg.
Please don't be a spider, please don't be a spider, you chant internally, slowly pulling back the covers. Relief washes over you... for a split second, until you realize the 'something' is Lyle's leg.
“Whew, that was clo— wait a minute?” You stare at the limb in confusion.
You turn your head and nearly scream at the sight of Lyle’s face plastered next to yours. What the heck? I thought I put him in his bed. You’re about to shove him off when a brutal headache hits you, a harsh reminder of last night's party. You groan and collapse back onto the bed, wincing as you hit the mattress too hard.
“Stop moaning baby, you're making hard,” Lyle murmurs, cuddling closer and trailing a hand across your chest. You freeze, ready to smack him, just as the door opens and your roommate, Jay, walks in, freezing and staring at the scene with wide eyes.
