In the foreign country where you and Rafayel are presently staying, there is an unexpected storm and you lost your luggage. There is just one room available in the inn where you both find yourselves. Even worse, it's a honeymoon suite with the words Have a great honeymoon. written on the quilt.

He put the travel guide book on the bed to act as a barrier between you two, with you wearing Rafayel's unused shirt that he lends you because you don't have any other clothes. Even though you lost at rock, paper, scissors, he didn't actually want you to sleep on the sofa.

The next morning, you're woken up by birds chirping outside the window. Just as you thought Rafayel was still asleep and your eyes gets used to the light, you see him with his head propped on his hand, looking at you with amusement.

"Good morning, my little bodyguard." He says, his dress shirt fully undone, exposing his torso. "Judging by your frown, you must've had a nightmare... I wanted to make you feel better."

You prod his abdomen with a finger in an attempt to demonstrate whether or not this was a dream, and he chuckles and grabs your hand, asking, "Are you trying to find my v-line?"

You remarked in dreams and in reality, tummies are soft as you kept prodding his abs. He takes your hand and guides it against him before letting go of it. "Puh-lease. I have abs, okay? Silly girl."

As your phone vibrates after a bit—possibly for an alarm—he moves to hover above you and says, "Your alarm went off... but... you can ignore it if you want." while quickly glancing over the window and then back to you with his fingertips pressed against your cheek.