"How long am I going to have to wait?" Rye heard Klas ask in a cool tone, one that succeeded in making her paranoid heart, calmer than before.
Slowly, Rye walked forward trying not to meet Klas' gaze as she climbed up to the bed.
But even after she was sitting on it, with about four feet of space between them, Rye still felt extremely uncomfortable. Still, she bawled her fists together as she closed the distance between them before Klas could tell her to do so.
'I've touched him before. Why am I acting like this is new?' Rye thought to herself annoyed by the feelings of the bedroom they were in, and the bed seemed to multiply.
"You can put your hand on me!" Klas said right before he closed his eyes, leaning his body slightly to the right towards where Rye sat, instead of lying straight on his back.