Tyler groaned, the sunlight seeping in through the blinds in his room. He attempted to open his eyes but clamped them shut again when the light made his head feel like it was splitting in half. Regardless, he sat up and checked the time on his alarm clock. 8:27

When he turned back around his adjusted to the light and when he saw the sight next to him, he jumped. However, his legs were tangled in his sheets and he felt himself start to fall off the bed with a loud thud.

He groaned once again. He had never felt this embarrassed in his life.

"Rea, be quiet 'm tryna sleep," Josh mumbled into Tyler's pillow.

He was starting to panic.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," he whispered. He didn't remember anything from last night. Or at least anything after his fifth beer.

He closed his eyes, forcing the memories to come back to him. Oh, God. Did we fuck? Tyler felt his heart pick up speed. Carefully, he lifted his sheets up and dread filled him as he realized he wasn't clothed. And there was a certain substance on his leg. Drunk sex was not classy sex.

Sex.

He had sex with Josh.

Instantly, Tyler scrambled to get up and threw the sheets back on his bed. He haphazardly began tugging his boxers and sweatpants back on, not even realizing that his sheets had hit Josh in the face.

"Tyler?"

The brunette slowly turned around, one leg in his pants and his hair all over the place. There's no way he looked even remotely attractive like this. It also didn't help that the expression on his face resembled that of a deer caught in headlights. "Hey..." he laughed out nervously.

"Did we...?"

"Yeah. I think so," Tyler whispered. His heart dropped in to his stomach as he watched Josh put his head in his hands, a sigh emitting from him. "Oh fuck," Tyler began panicking even more than before. "I'm gonna get fired. I'm not gonna get another job. I just slept with my patient. Oh my God."

"You're worried about your job?" Josh looked at him in disbelief. "We just fucked after hating one another for nine years!" Josh yelled, making Tyler's head pound even more. "I can't believe we just... I don't even..."

"You don't what?" Tyler asked in a quiet voice.

"This was a mistake," Josh crawled out of bed, pulling his boxers on. The same ones Tyler had taken off him the night before. "I just broke up with Reagan and you're my therapist and— and I don't like you anymore."

"What?" Tyler felt his heart break.

"What do you mean 'what?'" Josh stuck his hands out in distress, a pissed look on his face. "Tyler, we broke up almost a decade ago! You really think those feelings are still there?"

"They were last night when you kissed me," Tyler snapped, feeling himself start to get angry.

"I was drunk! Nothing mattered to me!"

"So I don't matter to you?"

"No!" Josh looked at him. "You don't! You left me, Tyler! You just fucking left! You think everything would go back to normal as soon as you came back? You're delusional!"

"But we—"

"What? Dated? It was two weeks, Tyler! We dated two fucking weeks! You really think that mattered to me? We were young and naive!"

"I lost my virginity to you, Josh!" Tyler yelled, feeling tears start to fill his eyes.

"I didn't ask you to do that," Josh buttoned his jeans. "You wanted to," he shrugged his shirt on.

"Because I love you!"

"What about Noah? Didn't you love him?" Josh spat.

"You seriously can't be pissed at me for trying to move on! You actually did!"

"Yeah with someone who was good for me! And I fucked it all up!" Josh ran a hand through his hair, stress radiating off of him. "Bottom line? This was a mistake. I regret everything. It never should have happened. I don't love you. I never will. I never did. I was just infatuated with you all those years ago and I was looking for a fuck."

Tyler let the tears spill over on to his cheeks. Those words hurt him more than anything ever had. It would have been less painful for Josh to take a gun and shoot Tyler multiple times with it. "Josh—"

The blonde didn't reply, walking past Tyler and out of his bedroom. Tyler instantly followed him out, watching him enter the living room. He grabbed his phone off the coffee table, his hat, and his jacket before grabbing his shoes from off the floor and opening the door. "Wait!" Tyler called, his voice cracking. Josh didn't even look back, exiting the house and shutting the door roughly.

"Why the fuck was he just in my house?" A voice asked, anger visible in it's tone.

Tyler turned around and saw Jenna sitting at the kitchen table, her arms crossed and a cup of coffee on the table. Her expression quickly went from angry to sympathetic, however, when she saw Tyler was crying.

"Jenna," he let out a sob. The blonde got up from her seat and walked over to him, wrapping him in her arms. He cried into her chest even though he was taller than her. "I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry," another gut wrenching sob made its way out of his mouth.

"Shh, it's okay," Jenna soothed, rubbing his back. "I heard everything."

"I'm sorry," he repeated.

"Don't be sorry," she led him over to the couch, setting him down on it. Since he had neglected to wear a shirt, Jenna wrapped the blanket that was still there from last night around his shoulders. It was then that he realized he was shivering. "Do you wanna talk about it?"

"What is there to talk about?" Tyler asked, his lip quivering.

"I don't know, babe..." she sighed. "I'm sorry."

"Me too," Tyler rested his head on her shoulder, the tears still running down his face. "Me fucking too."