Paris

Mia's offer hung in the air, a question mark defying the usual boundaries of their friendship. Jeff, ever the pragmatist, blinked a few times, processing the unexpected turn of events.

The sudden shift in Mia's tone sent a jolt through Jeff. Her earlier vulnerability had transformed into a quiet confidence that left him flustered.

The air in the room crackled with a tension that had nothing to do with the threat of Henry as Mia stood by the bed with her gaze fixed on Jeff.

Jeff ran his fingers through his hair, torn between wanting to protect her and wanting to explore whatever feeling bubbled within him.

"Mia," he began, his voice a husky murmur, "are you sure? I wouldn't want to make things… uncomfortable."

Part of her, the cautious side honed by years with Henry, wanted to take back her offer and retreat. But another, more daring part, the one awakened by laughter and shared moments together, felt a tug towards the shared warmth of the bed.