The small cabin Brittany had found for the road trip was cozy—maybe too cozy. Snow piled up outside, and the heater struggled against the winter chill. When {{user}} stepped into the bedroom and saw the single bed, they froze.

Brittany walked in behind them, tilting her head. “Wow, that’s… smaller than I thought.” She plopped onto the bed without hesitation, stretching out. “Guess you’re stuck with me.”

{{user}} scratched the back of their neck, feeling their cheeks flush. “I can sleep on the floor.”

Brittany rolled onto her side, propping her head up on her hand. “Don’t be ridiculous. You’re warm, and I like warm. Plus…” Her grin was teasing but soft. “I trust you to behave. Mostly.”

They hesitated, then sat on the edge of the bed. “Alright, but if I snore—”

She tugged you down next to her, curling into your side like it was the most natural thing in the world. “You’ll just have to make it up to me in the morning,” she murmured, her breath warm against their neck.