"I say it's worth the sacrifice," Amber said with a lilt, going for both seductive and challenging. She doubted he'd dare contradict the appeal of a good morning fuck, not when the other two times they'd woken up together they'd nearly not gotten out on time, making out in bed, and then in the shower. "Better that than leaving horny and frustrated every morning."
Amber pouted. She'd said tonight, not two nights. It was probably a good idea, it'd give her time to get through more chores, and finish up whatever work she'd have done on Friday or over the weekend, but still, hearing Eric put off their next date for so long, it made her feel rejected. She'd been the one to propose time apart, but Eric had doubled that period. And it was different, him accepting being alone than from her deciding so. It would've been nice if he'd put up more of a fight. Then again, she'd have been irritated at him imposing himself on her, so there'd been no way for Eric to get out of that one unscathed.
At least she’d be able to rescue her poor car, abandoned out in the E lot. “I am busy,” she teased. “I’ll be seeing you.” She tried for another bite of the toast, then scrunched up her face: by now it had past soggy and gone straight into uneatable. The amount she’d eaten, she’d fool her stomach for a few hours, at best. Hopefully she’d be able to slip into the cafeteria, at some point, or pass by a vending machine. Since her circumstances wouldn’t be as dire as yesterday, she probably wouldn’t have to rope another wet noodle into doing her bidding.
And then it struck her. Tomorrow was Thursday. Two days ago, she’d been driving by herself to work, a pit in her stomach at the thought of seeing Eric again. And now they took it for granted that they’d be spending more time together, whenever that might be or within whatever boundaries. A smile blossomed on her face. “It hasn’t even been a week,” she commented, a bit of wonder in her voice. She’d had relationships—or extended one-night fucks—that had lasted as long, or longer, but never anything like this. It really was terrifying, in a heart-soaring way.
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Amber pouted. She'd said tonight, not two nights. It was probably a good idea, it'd give her time to get through more chores, and finish up whatever work she'd have done on Friday or over the weekend, but still, hearing Eric put off their next date for so long, it made her feel rejected. She'd been the one to propose time apart, but Eric had doubled that period. And it was different, him accepting being alone than from her deciding so. It would've been nice if he'd put up more of a fight. Then again, she'd have been irritated at him imposing himself on her, so there'd been no way for Eric to get out of that one unscathed.
At least she’d be able to rescue her poor car, abandoned out in the E lot. “I am busy,” she teased. “I’ll be seeing you.” She tried for another bite of the toast, then scrunched up her face: by now it had past soggy and gone straight into uneatable. The amount she’d eaten, she’d fool her stomach for a few hours, at best. Hopefully she’d be able to slip into the cafeteria, at some point, or pass by a vending machine. Since her circumstances wouldn’t be as dire as yesterday, she probably wouldn’t have to rope another wet noodle into doing her bidding.
And then it struck her. Tomorrow was Thursday. Two days ago, she’d been driving by herself to work, a pit in her stomach at the thought of seeing Eric again. And now they took it for granted that they’d be spending more time together, whenever that might be or within whatever boundaries. A smile blossomed on her face. “It hasn’t even been a week,” she commented, a bit of wonder in her voice. She’d had relationships—or extended one-night fucks—that had lasted as long, or longer, but never anything like this. It really was terrifying, in a heart-soaring way.