He shook his head no, putting it on my neck and shoulder.
"The hell with that dumbass idea. As long as I keep seeing her, you'll be fine, (Y/N). I'm not letting those dumbass's take you away from me."
I wrapped my arms around him, allowing tears to fall on top of his head as I felt some tears fall on my collarbone.
"I.. I like you." I whispered to him.
"I like you most." He said without any hesitation.
* An Hour Later *
My face was buried in Eric's bare, warm chest. His arms were wrapped around me, tightly, and our legs were tangled.
"Don't think that your confession fixed anything." I whispered, not wanting to break the silence, but wanting to get that off my chest.
"Don't think.. I can stop seeing Jean." He whispered back, starting to pet my hair.
"None. All we do is just talk.. dirty." He whispered.
I felt his body shake at the words. I somewhat giggled at his actions to his words.
"There's that giggle." I could hear the smirk in his voice.
"What are we now?"
He kept quiet at that
"No fuck buddies."
"Never. I want to be more with you."
I kept quiet at that. We were both silent at my question, not yet, knowing how to speak.
"Do you love me or do you love her?"
"You, but I have to love her to keep you safe.."
"Is it true love with her?"
"With her, never."
"Then, you don't love her."
The grip on my hair tightened just a bit. I winced. He noticed this and slowly let go of my hair.
"It's fine." I whispered, scooting closer to him.
"This is just so damn confusing and frustrating."
I nodded in agreement.
"How about this.. You still see her and stuff, but when you're alone, I'll come to you." I suggested.
He nodded. I could tell by the way that he moved closer to me, that he wasn't so sure of my plan.
"Does she take any of your shirts?"
"(Y/N), I told you this, she's not my girlfriend. No one is allowed to even look at my shirts in the dresser drawer without being my girlfriend."
"Am.. Am I your girlfriend?"
"My.. Secret girlfriend."
I nodded, "Can I have your secret shirts?"
For a moment, I could feel the laughter against his chest as it rallied up in it. Slowly, it died down.
"Of course, you can have all my shirts, in secrecy."
I nodded, I let out one of my (newly) rare giggles.
"I love to hear that." He whispered against my ear.
"Lets get some rest."
I could tell that he nodded by the way that his chin came in contact with the top of my head twice, then finally settled down on top if it.
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Eric Colter X Reader /// Pain InflictionAction
(Y/N) (L/N) is the heart of Dauntless; she is the love, the forgiving part of the Hell. She shows passion in her work. Eric Colter the stomach of Dauntless; he is a ruthless leader, the unforgiving Devil. He shows tyrant in his work. ///I DO NOT OWN...