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Eren finally emerged from the bathroom, a cloud of steam trailing behind him. The scent of his body wash—a clean, masculine blend of cedar and spice—filled the air. A crisp white towel was slung low on his hips, leaving little to the imagination. You didn't even try to hide the way your eyes traveled over the sculpted lines of his torso, the defined V-line of his hips, and the broad expanse of his shoulders. The easy intimacy you shared meant there was no need for pretense.

A slow, knowing smile spread across his face as he caught your gaze. He ran a hand through his damp hair, droplets of water glistening on his skin. "Don't play dumb, I know you fantasize," he said, his voice a low, husky rumble that sent a shiver down your spine, he gestures his body and a soft laugh errupts from you.

He took a step closer, laying his hand by  each of your sides when he aproches the bed, your the warmth radiating from him almost palpable. "You could have me on my back every night."

You met his gaze, a smirk of your own playing on your lips. You leaned back against the wall, crossing one leg over the other with deliberate slowness. "I don't mind the things that you've been doing" you responded, your voice smooth and confident.

You weren't just talking about his physique. You were talking about the intensity, the fire, the barely-contained chaos that was so inherently him. "In fact," you continued, your eyes never leaving his, "think you need someone like me to get through it."

Both of you start to laugh at the cringe scene you both have created, imagine you, fucking your best friend, imposible.

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Imogen: WOW! You're songs are so good??

Imogen: Who knew that you could do the singing thing?

Imogen: That's me, doing my job as your personal hype assistant.