Eric really liked it when she did that back-of-head scratch thing. Amber smiled fondly, letting her fingers sweep more gently still. Like a big cat purring, lazing, tension unfurling away. Strange, but that momentary burst of panic made Amber feel safer. Wasn’t good, that it'd happened, but it hadn't lasted; if that sense of imprisonment overcame her again, perhaps it'd be resolved just as quickly. Eric's arms, warm and right around her, were a better backdrop than vents and combination locks. The radio played some mindless techno and, for a second, Amber rocked to it. How much time had passed? They’d either missed the beginning of their appointment or were about to. Didn’t matter. Amber could wrangle them a new timeslot if they wanted one later. This was more important.

For whatever reason, it hadn't occurred to her he'd ask that. Thought he'd go for something more meaningful, like why she'd frozen just now; how did that one remark grab his attention, much less matter? Caught between a blush and a face-scrunch, Amber couldn't even hem and haw. She'd promised (more or less) to answer and now she had to. "Yeah," she said fast. The rest took more friction to get out of her mouth, even if it was the explanation to make the 'yeah' less stupid. "A bit. I thought-- I didn't get why you didn't want to kiss or anything. We were in bed and nothing happened." It was an overreaction, she knew it was. This was so embarrassing. Why had she ever imagined telling each other their thoughts was a good idea? And this was only the tip of the iceberg, as far as her inane ideas went. It was okay, though. She’d admitted to dumber things already. "Nothing but more fighting," Amber added with some lament. Sex was so much better than hissy fits.