your hips whined leisurely against another to the cacophony of chatter and music, the liquor coursing through your veins making the room feel like it's spinning. but to you in that moment drinking so much was the best possible decision. though you knew you'd hate yourself in the morning to come.
you didn't even know who you were grinding on, you assumed it to be sasha. but you started to realize that the hands were to big and the grip to firm to be a delicate girls like sasha, and when you felt something poke you your face curled up in disgust as you snapped your neck to look back and see that it wasn't sasha, it wasn't anyone you knew at all.
before you could push him away or say any words of protest at all, you're snatched up by the arm and dragged away.
"Ouch," you whine from the pain of the rather abrasive grip he had on your arm, "That hurts Eren." you say, looking at the back of his head and recognizing exactly who it belonged to. you could recognize him in a room of a thousand faces. his grip softens, though still dragging you through the house like a rag doll. "what do you think you're doing?!" you shout, growing irritated at the dragging and silent treatment.
suddenly, you're being pushed against the nearest wall, again. this has happened one to many times this week, and each time by the same body, the same culprit. "no, what do you think you're doing?" he asked demandingly, looking down on you figuratively and literally.
"dancing, what does it look like." your words slurred together, though your attitude was still evident.
"you're drunk."
"yeah no fucking shit, that's the point of a party." you giggle, leaning into his chest accidentally. so inebriated it's hard to stand up straight.
"everyone's going back to my house, come on" he says softly, treating you gently this time, holding onto your hand and leading you outside to his car.far to intoxicated to realize you don't want to go back to that broken home.
"thank you for saving me," you say as he sets you down in the front passenger seat.
"from?" he kneels down and reaches over you to buckle your seatbelt for you
"that man, i didn't wanna dance with him. he got lucky." you huffed, he chuckles through his nose "shh, yeah he is." he babies
you let him have this. this moment of warmth and sweetness from you, because by the morning it'll be back to normal. disregarding him, indirectly insulting him, hating him.
i wish i could forgive you, you thought. but instead it slip out of your mouth in hushed whispers. it's not true, just the liquor talking, you assure myself.
"why can't you?" he asked, he was a firm believer of drunk words are sober thoughts and maybe he was taking advantage of your state to probe information out of you, but to him it was under good intentions.
"that's such a stupid question," this untimely conversation was quickly sobering you up "you know why." your voice is small as you imply the obvious
his head drops, his face at your thighs. it looks as if he's praying to you, worshiping your body.
"i know you're never gonna believe me, but i didn't fuck her. not when we were together, and not as good as i fucked you y/n." he said, and his lip feathers your thigh as he spoke, goosebumps laced that entire part of your skin.
"i loved you y/n, and i'm still sorry i hurt you."
"i...don't wanna talk about this right now eren." your voice quivered. to your dismay, his words resonated with you, he sounded so sincere. so real, but you made the mistake of believing him before. and look where that got you. "please.."
"what are we talking about!?" connie shouts, purposefully spooking eren and you. you jumped but eren stiffened, agitated by the interruption. he wasn't done with this heart to heart, and he will continue it later on. contraire to you, seeing connie as your savior and hoping this head to head never gets brought up again.
