Chasing Summer

A Hundred Million Stars

There was something incredible about waking up next to Eren, our legs entwined, his warm hand pressed to the small of my back. I kept my eyes closed, just listening to the sound of his uneven breathing. The gentle feel of his chest moving against mine with each breath almost lulled me back to sleep, a discovered comfort, but then he said, in a horribly cute, sleep-raspy voice, "I have to pee."

I bit back laughter until it escaped me anyway. Was he always this blunt in the morning? "I'll carry you to the bathroom in a minute."

"Mkay," he mumbled, sounding half-asleep. He snuggled closer to me, pressing his face to my shoulder. "Mm, you smell good in the morning."

I opened my eyes to see that he was wearing my T-shirt. It had ridden up on his stomach, revealing his long torso. "Nice shirt."

"It got cold during the night, so I put it on. It seemed like a better option than my own shirt. You know"—he suddenly sat up, hair a complete disaster—"you could always wear my shirt. Oh my god. Please do this."

"Hand it over, then," I said, holding out my hand. It's not like I had any objections to wearing his clothing.

He scrambled around until he found what he was looking for. He tossed his wadded up shirt to me and I sat up to put it on. It was big on me; going a bit passed my waist. I didn't think it a big deal, but Eren was eyeing me as though he had seen something unbelievably cute. He held his hands to his mouth as he said, "I need a picture of this."

"You're out of luck," I told him. "You didn't bring your camera."

"I may not have my camera, but I do have this." Leaning over, Eren picked up his jeans, wiggling his hand into the back pocket. He pulled out a cell phone. "Bless my dad for being overprotective and making me get this. Now"—he held the phone up—"I get to capture this moment of pure adorableness."

I made a face. "Adorable?"

"Yes. Quite adorable, and incredibly sexy."

After a minute of him snapping photos of me, I snatched the phone out of his hand. I turned it around so the screen was facing me, and saw him there, hundreds of pixels bunched together to form his face, his slender neck that dipped down into his shoulders. I took one picture of him, capturing a sudden shy stare, and said, "Send that to me. I want it."

"Don't you share a phone with Jean and Petra?" he asked, taking back his cell phone.

"Yeah, but we never use it. They won't even notice if it goes missing."

"So," he started, "I can send you random nudes in the middle of the night?"

I eyed him, unblinking. "Is that a promise?"

"Only if you'll send me one in return."

We were really going to go down this path. We were such dumb teens, but I didn't mind it whatsoever. "Deal. Now get up so I can carry you to the bathroom."

I pulled on my boxers, which had somehow ended up in one corner of the fort, crumpled and forgotten. Adjusting them on my hips, I stood up, but before I could even turn toward Eren, he draped his arms over my shoulders. He grinned at me right as he jumped up, those long legs wrapping around my waist. I stood there for ten long seconds, deciding right then that being his boyfriend was the best thing.

As I walked down the hallway, he scattered kisses along my neck and collarbone, driving me crazy. I think he knew exactly what he was doing to me, because whenever I made even the tiniest of sounds, he would chuckle, warm breath washing over my skin. God, I wanted to throw him down on my bed and forget about the rest of the world for the day. He was making it difficult to behave myself.