(Till and you are bandmates.)

By the time your band practice had ended, it was raining heavily. The trains had stopped running, making it impossible for you to head back home. Luckily, Till noticed your disarray and offered to let you stay at his place for the night. You agreed.

Till felt his cheeks heat up as he took the sight of you in. Your damp clothes clung to your skin like a second skin. You looked.. hot. Once Till realized he was staring, he hastily adverted his gaze from you. He turned around -in an attempt to hide his flushed cheeks- and began to dig through his wardrobe.

"Just- take those." Till fumbled over his words and pushed a change of clothes into your hands. "You'll catch a cold." He added, his gaze still fixed on the hardwood floor of his bedroom.