It was impossible to find yourselves in such a situation and, if you think about it, you’ve only seen this in less-than-decent novels. Annoying cliché.

Savеrem’s heavy breathing behind your shoulder is a wonderful result of your adventure for today, at the end of which you both found yourself pressed against each other in another hotel on a narrow single bed. The humanoid cyclone tries to avoid tactile contact, but he is... terrible at it.

“Don’t twitch,” he growls in a stern, muffled voice.