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he’s never had a girlfriend before. how he finally - somehow - managed to get the very girl who started off as his very, very beautiful friend who just so happened to be female, is beyond him. the line that separates friendship from courtship rides very thin with her. it always has. even as they claim to be “just friends” for the longest time, every action proves otherwise to their peers. with every interaction sprouts intrigue. gazes linger, personal space comes to a close. they are comfortable with each other, like an instantaneous connection between two naive children on the playground - it’s just so damn natural.
pieck emerges from the bathroom, donned in one of his t-shirts, squeezing the remnants of water into a white towel; the fabric slips off her shoulder on one side, exposing her collarbone. if she’s wearing anything under that, it’s hard to tell. the very mystery makes heat rise to his cheeks.
“took you long enough,” jean teases, arms folded across his pectoral. “I would’ve came in to check on you.”
pieck hums, tilting her head at him. “too bad. I could’ve used the company.”
jean snorts. okay, so he’s most definitely blushing now, but so what? he has literally seen this girl naked and he’s still not over it. “c’mere,” his lips curve into a lopsided grin, the very one he knows she loves, arms reaching for her.
there is no hesitation.
pieck pads over to his bedside - it’s not that far a trek, but her cute little legs make it seem as such and, fuck, it’s adorable - knees brushing first against the fabric of his comforter as she crawls over to him. he’s thinking she’ll tuck herself into his side, which he’s fine with, but when he finds his lap occupied and his lips busy he’s quick to succumb.