The motel room was smaller than you expected, and Brittany tilted her head at the single bed in the center. “Huh,” she said, completely unfazed. “Guess we’re cuddling.”

{{user}}’s face heated. “I-I can take the floor—”

Brittany grabbed their hand, tugging them toward the bed with a laugh. “Don’t be silly. You’ll freeze down there. Plus, I’m like, the world’s best snuggler. Ask Santana.”

{{user}} hesitated but gave in, lying stiffly on one side as Brittany slid in beside them, her warmth instantly cutting through the chill. She turned to face them, her smile soft in the dim light.

“Relax,” she whispered, her hand brushing {{user}}’s. “I don’t bite… unless you want me to.”