Her meal in front of her once more, Amber lifted her mug to her mouth, closing her eyes as she sipped. The coffee was a bit cooler than she'd like it to be, but it was still warm and filling. The milk and coffee revived her, transforming her exhaustion into an eager disposition. For the first time since they'd left the showers, Amber didn't feel in danger of slumping over.
She needed her other hand to eat the second half of her sandwich; squeezed his again before removing hers. Bumped her knee back against his, returning his nudge; smiled at him, too. That simple touch felt so incredibly intimate, more so than when she'd pressed her lips against his temple. Perhaps this was because it was such a light, unexpected gesture. Innocent yet powerful.
How could she go from miserable to content so quickly? One more symptom of her relationship with Eric: she swung from one mood to the next like a monkey moving through the branches. They'd have to figure out a way to stop going through these extremes; they made her head spin. It could be something they'd work on, just like waking up on time and not being late to their jobs.
What a strange, random day. Every time they'd talked, their conversation subject melded into another, and yet, they kept running to the same ones over and over, as if everything were connected in some mysterious way, tangled like a cat's cradle. "Today's been weird," Amber concluded out loud; Eric's silence was overextending itself, so she might as well throw out what was in her head. She bit into her sandwich hungrily, the bread soggier than before but somehow more delicious.
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She needed her other hand to eat the second half of her sandwich; squeezed his again before removing hers. Bumped her knee back against his, returning his nudge; smiled at him, too. That simple touch felt so incredibly intimate, more so than when she'd pressed her lips against his temple. Perhaps this was because it was such a light, unexpected gesture. Innocent yet powerful.
How could she go from miserable to content so quickly? One more symptom of her relationship with Eric: she swung from one mood to the next like a monkey moving through the branches. They'd have to figure out a way to stop going through these extremes; they made her head spin. It could be something they'd work on, just like waking up on time and not being late to their jobs.
What a strange, random day. Every time they'd talked, their conversation subject melded into another, and yet, they kept running to the same ones over and over, as if everything were connected in some mysterious way, tangled like a cat's cradle. "Today's been weird," Amber concluded out loud; Eric's silence was overextending itself, so she might as well throw out what was in her head. She bit into her sandwich hungrily, the bread soggier than before but somehow more delicious.