You had been travelling with Geralt for a few weeks now, and really, you’d been throwing yourself at him. Flirting, touching, teasing, doing favours for him, letting him protect you. You comb his hair, you sleep close to him, the whole nine yards.

You’d thought maybe he fet the same, and was quiet about it. Until tonight.

You were staying at an inn, only one room left with only one bed.

“Where are you going?” You asked, tilting your head. “The beds big enough for two.”

Geralt paused at the door, glancing over at your half dressed form.

“There’s a brothel nearby. I won’t be back till morning.” He said, wandering out the door.

Your jaw dropped, watching him go. Embarrassment filling your entire body.