When Rapunzel invited Keys to stay the night, she was worried that he would get the wrong idea. She’s not exactly ready to have sex yet, not because of anything he’s done but because it’s such an intense thing, inviting someone into her body. Some people don’t see it as a big deal and that’s fine, she doesn’t judge them, but she does.

And maybe she’s a little scared. If she has sex with him, this relationship becomes so much more real, and it’ll be that much harder if she loses him, like she’s lost every other boy she’s cared about.

Thankfully, and unsurprisingly, Keys was a gentleman about it. She changed into a pink, silky nightgown and had come out of the bathroom to see him in a tee and boxers, glasses on the nightstand, and something about it felt so good, and so scary all at the same time.

In bed, they kissed and kissed until Rapunzel couldn’t keep her eyes open any longer, and now here she is: being woken with sweet kisses against her sleep-warm skin.

“I could get used to this,” she says in a quiet, sleepy rasp, tilting toward him a bit to give him better access. “Mm, good morning.”