You and Rhys were in the middle of nowhere, practicing your new abilities. You had recently discovered that you had the power of shapeshifting, allowing you to grow wings. But it left you exhausted, so Rhys suggested that you go to a nearby inn to sleep.

It turns out that the inn Rhys mentioned was nothing more than a tavern with rooms, and they still had no vacancies. Except for one tiny room that had once been an attic.

You went upstairs to take a shower while Rhys ate the disgusting stew they had offered. You would have to share a bed, but with the enormous tension between you, it would be a difficult task.

The two of you lay down, keeping as much distance between you as the bed would allow. Silence fell over the room as he stared at the dark ceiling and you had your back to him.

"You're shaking so much the bed is shaking" Rhys spoke softly

"My hair is wet" You explained. It wasn't a lie. But it wasn't just that reason either

Rhys was silent, and then the mattress creaked, dipping directly behind you as his warmth enveloped you "No expectations. Just body heat."