the way you changed me // Jean Kirstein x Female Reader

chapter 6 - ask for s'more

(tw: adult language)

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"Fire's ready, girls?" Jean's voice playfully sounded into the kitchen as his head peeked inside to address you, Sasha and Mikasa.

For the past hour the four boys have been working relentlessly to create the perfect spot near the ocean for your bonfire. You could've technically had it on the patio, but the urge for an authentic camp-like experience was a lot more appealing. Every so often one of them would come inside and grab something that they needed to fulfill that vision. Picnic and throw blankets, cushions, paper plates and cups.

While the boys were occupied with creating the perfect spot for your evening, you and the girls have been preparing the frozen pizzas for everyone to eat, chatting about last night and how Sasha ended up in the DJ's booth.

Apparently, she was on her way to the ladies' room when, in her visibly tipsy state, she pushed open the wrong door, the one right next to the actual bathroom. Instead of finding a row of stalls, she stumbled into the DJ booth, instantly becoming the unintentional center of attention to the guy working there. Embarrassed, she quickly apologized for the interruption, but he stopped her before she could leave.

He told her that he was completely taken by her. The way she got all flustered by realizing her mistake, her undeniably charming presence, and the way she looked in that lilac dress. Honestly, who could blame him? Sasha was an absolute knockout last night.

What started as a chance encounter turned into a heated moment of passion, Sasha showing her more promiscuous side. Between his sets, the two of them would make out relentlessly. With a sly smile, Sasha admits that things got a bit steamier as he was not only using his skilled fingers to work that equipment of his. An offer to wait until he's done for the night and to follow him home did land on the table, but Sasha ultimately decided to return to the group.

Mikasa and you listened to her story attently. "Was he at least decent?" Mikasa asks.

"For the state I was in, yeah. Fine." Sasha shrugged her shoulders.

You nod approvingly. "Sounds like you had a night to remember. That's all that counts right?"

"Sure does." She gives you a wink. "But you. What was it about this guy you said you were talking to?"

You roll your eyes. You were hoping that the topic wouldn't come up again. It wasn't that you didn't want to tell them about the nice guy you had a drink with. You just didn't want to talk about why you didn't end up in his bed. "Nothing much. He seemed like a nice guy. Good looking. Bought me a drink and we talked." You try being as vague as possible.

"And..." Mikasa chimes in.

"And what?" You reply.

Mikasa tilts her head to her right. "And then what?" She keeps pushing.

"And then nothing." You just say nonchalantly.

You feel Sasha's eyes digging holes into the side of your face. "Why? I mean... you could've." She adds curiously.

"Probably, but he seemed too nice for a one night stand." You reply, shoving a handful of chips into your mouth just waiting for the scrutiny to follow.

Confusion is written on both of the girl's faces. "What do you mean he's too nice?" Sasha relentlessly keeps going with the questions.

You stay quiet for a moment. Truth is you don't know why exactly you cut your conversation with Felix short last night. As Sasha said, you could've taken it further. He sure seemed interested, but somehow in your drunken mind you convinced and scared yourself, thinking that he would want to get to know you on a deeper, soul-baring level, when all he actually did was ask you basic 'getting-to-know-someone' questions. Now, with your brain functioning sober, you realize that all it was, was a lame ass excuse.