𝙿𝚞𝚣𝚣𝚕𝚎𝚜

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟷𝟾

The room was still dark when you woke up. You guessed the curtains must have been good quality, thick, unlike your set at home. It made telling time hard. You could have been out for two hours, or maybe ten. You weren't exactly sure.

Your body felt incredibly heavy when you flopped over to your other side. Everything hurt. You let out a whiny groan when you landed and swallowed hard to keep the tequila heartburn at bay.

Through half-opened eyes, you saw Eren's head pop out from the bathroom. He was brushing his teeth, making it difficult to hear him when he said, "You're awake."

You moaned a response. It was a weak, affirmative sound that only resembled an 'uh-huh.'

Eren left your sight, and you heard him spit into the sink. When he finished up, he walked over to the bed and sat in the little crevice your crumpled body had created.

He placed his hand on your side. "Good morning, drama queen."

"Too early for that," you grumbled.

"It's already noon," he said with a laugh. "How are you feeling?"

"Real bad."

"Figures."

You stared at each other. Eren's hand started to wander up and down the length of your side. His touch was comforting, and it reminded you of the way his hands felt on your back last night, how he consoled you while you were sick. Just as predicted, you could feel yourself growing embarrassed thinking about it.

The memories were creeping their way back into your head. They were hazy at first, like they weren't your own. Oh, how you wished they weren't.

"I was a bitch last night, wasn't I?" you asked. It was a bit rhetorical.

"I wouldn't have chosen that word but..." He had trouble keeping a straight face. Even more so when you shot him that look. "You weren't a bitch."

You sighed. "I'm sorry."

"Can you tell me why you were mad now?"

The thought alone made you want to puke again. You curled lower into the sheets as if to hide from his glare.

"I still don't feel good," you said. It was a pathetic excuse, and you knew it. You watched Eren's once-smiling lips press into a tight line.

So that's how it's going to be, Eren thought. Another day of biting his tongue. All he said back this time was, "Okay then."

You continued to dwell on last night before you asked, "Are you still mad at me?"

To be honest, you felt a bit dumb for asking. It wasn't like you had any right to ask, considering you couldn't even tell him how you felt. But you couldn't help it. You remembered when he told you he was mad at you last night and how his words didn't match the cute grin he wore. He was always so difficult to read.

To answer your question: yes, Eren was still mad. Only a little, though. He figured you didn't need to know that right now, so he said, "I think last night was punishment enough."

"Yeah," you mumbled.

You pushed yourself upright and leaned your weight against the headboard. Everything about you felt gross, and you started to realize just how vile your mouth tasted. It was probably best for you to freshen up.

You slinked your legs up to maneuver them around Eren. When they emerged from the blankets, your eyes fell to the ugly, purple blotches that patterned your knees.

"Rough," Eren said, now staring down at them with you.

You poked them. "What happened?"

"You fell in the bathroom." He pressed his pointer finger into one of the bruises, and you let out a hiss. He chuckled, "Go take a shower. You'll feel better."