The first thing Amber saw upon leaving the kitchen and spotting Eric by the front door was that he wasn't holding his sports bag. She smiled before the realization verbalized itself in her mind: he had left his stuff. It'd be stupid not to, why would he invite her to leave hers if he wouldn’t do the same? The only reason for that would be if he meant her to spend more time at his place, which-- she liked it better in her apartment. It was her space, she knew where everything was, there was her food (even if they never had the time to prepare any of it). They could talk more about how to divide their nights, but Amber would argue in favor of more being spent at hers.
If there was a spring in her step as she made her way down her apartment stairs, it was because the day was pretty. The occasional tree along her street had long since gone through their fall conversion, and many had shed most of their leaves; but it was a bright day, brighter than usual for a near-November morning, and the remaining foliage was striking red and orange.
Eric's question to her in the car was another step forward in setting up a schedule together. "Yeah," Amber said emphatically, and glad. "We really do." She was tired of waking up and running for work, getting in hungry and with no caffeine in her system. Tired of feeling so out of control. "Today was my fault, I forgot to set my alarm earlier." Then again, the way she'd been distracted, being kissed by Eric the moment they'd stepped into her apartment, followed by their fight, and then-- coming so hard, there hadn't been a second to spare to thinking about the following day. Amber had to be more aware, that was all, and stop letting her wanting to be with Eric mess up the rest of her life. She just had to exercise a little more self-restraint. That way, "If we wake up earlier, we can have more fun in the morning," Amber said, winking at him. If she didn't reach out for his hand, or his thigh, like she had on previous rides, it was because she was opening up the plastic container with the toast. She held out a slice towards Eric, offering, even as she bit on another one. The bread was soggy.
Strange. Now that she looked at Eric again, eyes on the road, he seemed a bit-- off. Distracted, like his thoughts had travelled further than they had, in the car. There was a lot to think about, not just morning routines or the items they needed on a day-to-day basis. "Though, actually," Amber started, eyeing him carefully. Maybe this wasn't the best time to bring it up, since she'd just made him leave his things; it was a mixed message, but she wasn't going to start white lying to him, either. "I need to spend tonight alone, I'm behind on my reading and I have to work out." And, Amber realized, swallowing another mouthful of soggy bread, she wanted to be alone. It wasn't just physically that she was rubbed raw. A lot had happened between them, and she wouldn't give any of it up, but it was kind of worrying her. She could use the break.
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If there was a spring in her step as she made her way down her apartment stairs, it was because the day was pretty. The occasional tree along her street had long since gone through their fall conversion, and many had shed most of their leaves; but it was a bright day, brighter than usual for a near-November morning, and the remaining foliage was striking red and orange.
Eric's question to her in the car was another step forward in setting up a schedule together. "Yeah," Amber said emphatically, and glad. "We really do." She was tired of waking up and running for work, getting in hungry and with no caffeine in her system. Tired of feeling so out of control. "Today was my fault, I forgot to set my alarm earlier." Then again, the way she'd been distracted, being kissed by Eric the moment they'd stepped into her apartment, followed by their fight, and then-- coming so hard, there hadn't been a second to spare to thinking about the following day. Amber had to be more aware, that was all, and stop letting her wanting to be with Eric mess up the rest of her life. She just had to exercise a little more self-restraint. That way, "If we wake up earlier, we can have more fun in the morning," Amber said, winking at him. If she didn't reach out for his hand, or his thigh, like she had on previous rides, it was because she was opening up the plastic container with the toast. She held out a slice towards Eric, offering, even as she bit on another one. The bread was soggy.
Strange. Now that she looked at Eric again, eyes on the road, he seemed a bit-- off. Distracted, like his thoughts had travelled further than they had, in the car. There was a lot to think about, not just morning routines or the items they needed on a day-to-day basis. "Though, actually," Amber started, eyeing him carefully. Maybe this wasn't the best time to bring it up, since she'd just made him leave his things; it was a mixed message, but she wasn't going to start white lying to him, either. "I need to spend tonight alone, I'm behind on my reading and I have to work out." And, Amber realized, swallowing another mouthful of soggy bread, she wanted to be alone. It wasn't just physically that she was rubbed raw. A lot had happened between them, and she wouldn't give any of it up, but it was kind of worrying her. She could use the break.