𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 || 𝐞. 𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧

𝐬𝐢𝐱

warning: this chapter contains smut, reader discretion advised!!

"𝐂𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐞, 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐛
𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐚 𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰"

"Knock, knock." Melian entered the house cautiously, "Eddie, you still in here?" Mel walked through the door, seeing Eddie jolt up from where he laid on the couch.

"I'm up!" He shouted, looking to Melian. She had done her hair in a way that laid down against her shoulders, a new sweatshirt and pair of leggings on, and a fresh face with no makeup, perfectly displaying her freckled cheeks.

Melian walked into the kitchen, dropping off the grocery bag on the counter. "I've got you stuff for a sandwich if you want it and..." she pulled out the beers, "a six pack."

"Ugh, you are my savior." Eddie rubbed his eyes with his hands, joining Mel in the kitchen before cracking open one of the beers and chugging it.

Melian watched him drink the beer in disgust, "Is that even enjoyable? Doesn't look like you're giving it any time in your mouth."

Eddie shrugged, "I drink to forget, not to enjoy."

"Oh..." Mel nodded, looking to the side. She reached back into the bag, "Well, I also brought you face wash, if you wanted to clean up a little bit."

"How thoughtful, thank you." Eddie grinned at her, grabbing the bottle. He bent over at the sink, rubbing the soap and water against his face before rinsing it off. Eddie motioned to Melian, face still soaked with water. "Towel, please-"

"Right," Mel grabbed a paper towel out of a cabinet, placing it into Eddie's hand. He rubbed his face with it as Mel's jaw dropped, "Eddie. Why are you rubbing your face with that dry ass paper towel?"

"What else am I supposed to do with it?" Eddie looked up at her with a slightly inflamed face.

Mel let out a laugh, "You pat your face! Otherwise you end up looking like you just had an allergic reaction," she stepped toward Eddie, taking the paper from his hand and tapping it across his face. "Like this."

Melian looked up at Eddie as she tapped his face with the paper towel, him meeting her eyes. She swallowed, clearing her throat and stepping back. "You can keep the face wash."

"Thanks, Melian, but I don't think I can carry around a bottle of face wash while wanted for murder."

"Good point, didn't think of that." Mel nodded slowly, "Well, if you ever want to wash your face I have the same one at my house."

Eddie rose his eyebrows, bringing his hand to his heart. "Are you inciting that I will be coming to your house after this shit show is over?"

"I didn't say all that, Munson." Melian turned to act like she was doing something, hiding the smile that was begging to creep out. "Only to wash your face though."

"Of course, of course." Eddie placed his hands in his back pockets, smiling to himself. "So.. I've been thinking."

Melian gasped, turning her head around to look at him. "Thinking? You? No way."

"Harty, har, har." Eddie sarcastically laughed before his humorous expression disappeared. "I was wondering if you've thought about what I said yesterday."

Mel leaned against the counter, looking to him and nodding. "I've definitely thought about it, yes... but didn't we agree to talk about this after this is over."

"That's the thing-" Eddie paused, "What if this isn't over, like, what if I get taken away or that angry mob gets to me? Then what?"

She shook her head, "They're not going to get to you."