𝐆𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐩 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐅𝐚𝐬𝐭 ᝰ 𝐄𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐉𝐚𝐞𝐠𝐞𝐫

just friends

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❝more than friends❞, isabel larosa
↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺ 1:35 ───ㅇ───── 3:47

You groaned as you rolled over, the soft sheets brushing against your skin. A stretch turned into a yawn, and for a moment, you just lay there, staring at the ceiling, trying to piece together what the hell had happened last night. 

The bar. 

The date with Levi. The date that you had ruined because you couldn't stop thinking about— 

Eren. 

And the kiss. The kiss you couldn't get out of your head no matter how hard you tried. Ugh, what a disaster.

How did you even get home?

You blinked, turning your head to the side. Something wasn't right. You sat up, the sheets falling away, and that's when you noticed it. The room.

Oh shit.

Your pulse quickened as the memories began to hit you in rapid flashes. Sitting in Eren's garden. Drunk. Wearing that short red dress. Begging him to kiss you. Begging him to touch you. Oh god, no. 

What the fuck have you done?

Your face flushed with embarrassment as you realized whose bed you were in. Eren's room. You'd been here before, but never like this. Never after acting like that.

Oh god, how are you ever going to look him in the eye again?

You were still cursing yourself when the sound of the bathroom door opening made your heart skip a beat. "Morning," came Eren's voice, casual, far too casual given the state of your mind. 

You whipped your head around just in time to see him step out of the bathroom, his wet hair tied up in a sloppy bun, droplets of water glistening on his skin as he wiped the back of his neck with a towel.

Oh. Oh no.

He was wearing nothing but a towel around his waist, hanging low, dangerously low, and the sight of his muscles—every single one of them—left you momentarily speechless. Six abs. You counted. Six. And that v-line. God, that v-line. You swallowed, your throat dry. You had no business staring, and yet, you couldn't help it.

He noticed.

His lips curled into a smirk as he flicked his head to the side, sending a few stray droplets flying. "Like the view?"

Your face ignited in embarrassment. "No!" you screamed, yanking the blanket over your head like a shield. "Why-why would I?!"

He let out a low chuckle, clearly enjoying this. "I don't know. You were begging me to kiss you last night, so..." His voice trailed off, teasing, and you swore you wanted the ground to swallow you whole.

"Shut up!" you muttered, scrambling out of bed, your hands still covering your eyes as you fumbled your way to stand up and turn yourself to the wall so you wouldn't see him. Your legs felt like jelly. "I was drunk, okay? I-I didn't know what I was saying!"

"Sure you didn't."

"I didn't!" you insisted, stomping your foot and turning around, and you immediately regretted it when you caught another glimpse of him. The towel still clung precariously low, and your eyes betrayed you for the second time, flickering down for just a second too long. "Put on some clothes!" you squealed, turning around so quickly you almost tripped over yourself.

Eren just laughed, the sound deep and effortless. "Alright, alright." You heard him rummaging for something to wear. 

A moment of silence passed, and you peeked over your shoulder, your curiosity getting the better of you. Thankfully, he was halfway dressed now, slipping on some pants.