Contestants & Old Enemies

"So," Tiana started, completely oblivious to Eren's plight, “…you were so nervous last night you could not sleep?"

"Were you not?" Eren asked.

He willed his body to remember how to move.

Slowly, he searched his duffel bag for his bodysuit.

When Eren finally found it, he pulled it out of the bag, then stripped himself to his briefs.

Tiana shrugged at his question.

Her back was still turned to him. "I was concerned too, I guess."

She pulled the suit up the length of her body, past her ankles and to her waist. But before she could do so, Eren caught a glimpse of her skin.

Unflawed and glassy.

Even under the cruel glower of the fluorescents, she gleamed.

Would he always be drawn to her this way, he charged himself, annoyed.

Where did desire end and where did it begin?

Eren slipped the one-piece suit on in the silence that followed her admission and the confusion of his feelings for her.

The suit was thicker than he would have expected — a rippleless leather that shone like latex on

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