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Your eyes fluttered open at the sound of your phone ringing. It was eren, he had taken it upon himself to be your new personal alarm clock, in which he didn't mind, considering he wakes up early to work out.
It was mostly just him wanting to hear your voice in the morning times really, he just wanted to hear and see you all the time. Even if you thought you sounded like shit in the morning he loves your morning voice, to him, your voice sounded smooth like honey to his ears.
You had fun with him on Saturday. He still tried to get you to go into Victoria secret with him which you still denied, him constantly flirting with you and teasing you. You couldn't stand the fact that he knew exactly what to say and do to make you all shy and flustered but at the same time, you liked it.
On Sunday night, you guys stayed on the phone with each other for hours. Even though you both had school in the morning but not really caring, as you both just wanted to talk to each other about literally anything.
In that time you learned even more about him. One of the things learned that really didn't even surprise you was that he was a model. "I mean fucking look at you that's no surprise." Someone who looks like that you wouldn't be surprised he was.
You also learned that he was born and raised in Brooklyn, his mom and dad moved to New York from Germany. His dad wanted to start somewhere "new" but in reality, he was running away from his life before he met Eren's mom Carla.
You found it nice, somewhat comforting actually that he is so willing to tell you more about himself.
You lifted your head still half asleep trying to sit up before picking up your phone "hello" you answered lazily almost falling back asleep while sitting up.
"Morning princess," he responded, he sounded like he had energy despite the fact you both stayed up late on the phone with each other.
"Why the fuck this wigga so hyped for?" you thought growing annoyed from his already energetic ness.
You could tell he had been working out as he was making himself a protein shake. His phone was propped on the counter perfectly in view of him, he wore sweatpants with a white wife-beater, you could tell the sweat from his workout made his shirt wet as you could see everything through the wet shirt.
His defined muscular chest, his veiny hands and arms also being in view. All the ways down to his perfectly sculpted abs, something else caught your eye as you could faintly see the tattoo he never told you about about, a flame tattoo that started on his right upper side and spread to his lower abdomen, another one more in the center going down farther into his V line.
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