Just Another Saturday Night Confession

So here I am, in my late 20s, in a seemingly perfect relationship. Everything's going well on paper, we've got the same goals, similar interests, and we make each other laugh almost every day. But last night changed everything... literally. It wasn't something we planned; it just sort of happened after too many drinks at our friend’s place. We ended up exploring some kinkier fantasies that neither of us had ever brought up before, I mean, who does? Suddenly, the bedroom was a whole new playground, and I enjoyed every minute of it. The morning light hit me with reality though; we didn't exactly communicate about boundaries beforehand. Now there's this awkward tension because we haven’t talked about what just happened. So here's my question: Am I overthinking everything? Or should I bring up the elephant in the room before it eats us alive?