Terrible company indeed. Eric had warned her, in his way, but that didn’t make the long, dragged-out silence any better. Amber tapped her fingers along the window’s edge; crossed her legs and jiggled her foot. Right now she could be at home, reading. She’d gotten through a few articles on Wednesday and Thursday, but there was always more. Plenty more. Or she could be tackling the dirty dishes they'd piled up; for all she knew, the one she'd left in the dishwasher last night were still there. They'd have gotten out only if Eric had done her that favor, and why would he have? Cooking was more glamorous than cleaning-- or got more rewards out of her, anyway.
Of course the gym would be on the other side of town. It wouldn't have mattered, if they were talking. But, hah. So much for having enough in common to carry actual conversations. No sex, constant fighting, refusal to meet either one of their families... Amber didn't want to even touch him, not even to hold his hand. Too irritated.
At least his workout place was top-notch. Amber studied it as Eric went through the motions of getting her in. If they were going to be together longer, she might get used to this place; she liked hers, and she wouldn't give up the aerobic classes, but if they were going to play sports together, Eric could spend more of his guest passes on her. Then again, "longer" didn't feel like would last much, at this rate.
The small changing room didn't improve Amber's mood any. Didn't he want to work out on his own? Why did he cram her in this tight space, where they'd have to get naked together-- hardly a conjecture she'd mind in other circumstances, but there'd be none of the fun, if their sex drive was gone, if he couldn't bear to look at her. She couldn’t even get the fun of knowing other people were checking her out.
Amber threw her bag on to one of the benches and hastily drew the zipper, the sound louder than the outside thuds and low radio music. If Eric was going to ignore her, then she would, too. Fuck him. He was the one losing out, not getting an eyeful as she ripped her shirt over her head.
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Of course the gym would be on the other side of town. It wouldn't have mattered, if they were talking. But, hah. So much for having enough in common to carry actual conversations. No sex, constant fighting, refusal to meet either one of their families... Amber didn't want to even touch him, not even to hold his hand. Too irritated.
At least his workout place was top-notch. Amber studied it as Eric went through the motions of getting her in. If they were going to be together longer, she might get used to this place; she liked hers, and she wouldn't give up the aerobic classes, but if they were going to play sports together, Eric could spend more of his guest passes on her. Then again, "longer" didn't feel like would last much, at this rate.
The small changing room didn't improve Amber's mood any. Didn't he want to work out on his own? Why did he cram her in this tight space, where they'd have to get naked together-- hardly a conjecture she'd mind in other circumstances, but there'd be none of the fun, if their sex drive was gone, if he couldn't bear to look at her. She couldn’t even get the fun of knowing other people were checking her out.
Amber threw her bag on to one of the benches and hastily drew the zipper, the sound louder than the outside thuds and low radio music. If Eric was going to ignore her, then she would, too. Fuck him. He was the one losing out, not getting an eyeful as she ripped her shirt over her head.