Better ~Jean x Reader AU~

Chapter 29: Sour Cheesecake

**This chapter may contain some sensitive material. Reader discretion advised.**

Immaculate.

That was the only way to describe what I saw. I was encased by four walls, three being painted a deep blue as the one alongside the door was a pristine white. A few posters in black frames were hung up above the neatly made queen sized bed, matching the sleek black furniture. A long dresser sat across from the bed, a few bottles of expensive looking cologne arranged neatly on the smooth surface as a mirror hung above it. A book shelve crammed full with a multitude of books stood tall against the wall across from the white wall, a few floating shelves next to it holding multiple trophies and medals, a reading chair beneath them. Against the white wall rested a modern desk clear of all clutter and a simple desk chair, the large window next to it allowing natural light to pour into the room.

The room was completely clean, no sign of any dirty clothes lying about the floor. No dust. No clutter. No mess. Nothing. It was neat and tidy, which was not quite like my own. My room wasn't an utter pigpen, but it was nowhere near as well-kept as his. My room was well lived in and it showed. His, on the other hand, looked like he rarely visited it.

"Wow," I breathed with a light chuckle. "You keep this place very neat."

"When you live in a house full of guys you learn how important a clean room is," he joked, walking past me.

I watched as he walked over to his desk and lifted his backpack from the ground. He unzipped the bag and pulled out his laptop and charger. He worked to hook everything up, including putting the DVD into his device. He sat down on his mattress, the comforter wrinkling from his presence.

He glimpsed up at me and patted his bed, smiling, "You don't need to stand there. Come on over here, m'lady."

I did as he ordered and steadily made my way over to him. I lowered my body onto the bed, feeling awkward. I was in his bedroom...sitting on his mattress. I had never been in a guy's room and certainly never on one's bed. It was like a foreign world to me. I mean, in a way it was.

"You don't need to be so tense," he chuckled, pulling me from my thoughts as he looked at me. "Relax."

"Right," I nodded.

Easier said than done. My heart was racing against my ribs, my pulse thumping in my ears. I felt so antsy and like fidgeting. A ball of anxious nerves bundled in my stomach, the butterflies fluttering in my gut. I couldn't say why I was feeling that way. I mean, he had been in my room a few times, so it wasn't like I had a real reason to be nervous. Still, that didn't change how I felt.

"Here we go," he said, his lips curling up into a smirk. "Got it all set up. Come on. Let's relax and sit back." He got comfortable on his bed and patted the spot next to him. "Best spot in the house."

I observed the spot, unsure of how I felt. Was I supposed to be eager to lay next to him? Was I supposed to happily crawl over to him? What was I supposed to do? I didn't know, but I did my best to fake a smile and make my way to the empty spot next to him.

I laid alongside him, our bodies only separated by the fibers of our clothes, his body heat pulsing against me. I couldn't help but feel tense. A ball of anxious nerves knotted itself in my gut, making me feel so weird. There was no better way to put it. I just felt off and I didn't understand why. I mean, it was just Kellen -just my boyfriend. It wasn't like I hadn't shared a bed with him before. Like I mentioned, he had been in my room, thus spending time in my own bed. Plus, we had been pressed together in naked embraces on more than one occasion. But still...why was I feeling that way?

I tried to push my discomfort away and ease into my place next to my boyfriend, my eyes watching as the characters in the film bickered back and forth about their feelings for each other. The typical rom-com formula, really. It was a bit of a struggle, but eventually, I found myself somewhat becoming distracted by the movie. I even managed to laugh a little at some of the jokes.