◤ "𝑫𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒄𝒓𝒚, 𝒃𝒂𝒃𝒚 -
𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒆, 𝑰'𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖."◢
↳ The one where (y/n)'s problematic relationship causes her to end up underneath her hot next door neighbor.
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'I'm outside.'
Your eyes glimmered excitedly amongst the dimmed lighting of your device's screen as Eren's text popped up— your heart thumped wildly in your chest at the thought of seeing him again, despite only spending a few hours apart from each other.
It was clear, the effect that Eren had on you. He was quickly becoming your drug of choice; one time was enough to get you hooked. You wanted— no, you needed more.
His scent, his touch, the sound of his voice... you craved him. How could you not? The feeling of him took you to new heights, greater than any other substance you could get your hands on. He made you feel something— something much different than the monotony of your much less invigorating life with Jean.
Was it Eren you craved, or was it just the unadulterated excitement of being with someone new? After all, Jean was your first and your only; no other lips had ever even graced yours except for his... well, unless you count that one time (maybe it was two) that you and Sasha made out after downing too many tequila shots.
Regardless, none of it mattered now— you could work out the details later. Now, you had one mission only: successfully sneak out of your friends' apartment without getting caught, and get back in before either of them wake up. Connie would get up for work at seven... which meant you only had about three hours to spend with Eren.
