I can't. It cut through her, the automatic rejection. Amber flinched. She'd only offered because she thought he wanted to be with her, needed comfort from her just as much she needed from him. What, he didn't? What was he doing here then, bringing her coffee and his long, pouting face? Had he been fucking guilt-tripping her?
She was too damn tired for this-- all she'd wanted was a bit of down time with him and now he'd come in here and deliberately thrown that in her face, making her feel like shit. Despite having soothed herself through the simple process of cleaning up, her fingers twitched, her temple pulsed. "If you're angry, just say so!" Amber shot at his retreating, cowardly back. How dare he not tell her, just bottling it up and punishing her by keeping her guessing. "It's not as if you were perfect today!" God, she was so angry at him; just thinking about it made her feel hot. His arrogance, his refusal to contemplate any idea that hadn't been borne from his own damn skull-- she wouldn't have had to treat Casey her way if he'd just listened.
"Whatever," she spat out. Now she was the one who didn't want to have anything to do with him. It’d been stupid to wave aside all the ways he'd infuriated her today just so she could make herself feel better by simpering in his arms and getting laid. For orgasms Amber could bring herself off, use a vibrator, or even find herself a more convenient partner-- there was that spineless boy, the doctor she'd used to get her coffee and breakfast last week, he'd jump at the chance-- if Eric was going to shut her out. Amber picked up the almost-full coffee he'd gotten her and chucked it into the trash bin on top of used gloves and empty plastic cups. "Go off, do what you want."
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She was too damn tired for this-- all she'd wanted was a bit of down time with him and now he'd come in here and deliberately thrown that in her face, making her feel like shit. Despite having soothed herself through the simple process of cleaning up, her fingers twitched, her temple pulsed. "If you're angry, just say so!" Amber shot at his retreating, cowardly back. How dare he not tell her, just bottling it up and punishing her by keeping her guessing. "It's not as if you were perfect today!" God, she was so angry at him; just thinking about it made her feel hot. His arrogance, his refusal to contemplate any idea that hadn't been borne from his own damn skull-- she wouldn't have had to treat Casey her way if he'd just listened.
"Whatever," she spat out. Now she was the one who didn't want to have anything to do with him. It’d been stupid to wave aside all the ways he'd infuriated her today just so she could make herself feel better by simpering in his arms and getting laid. For orgasms Amber could bring herself off, use a vibrator, or even find herself a more convenient partner-- there was that spineless boy, the doctor she'd used to get her coffee and breakfast last week, he'd jump at the chance-- if Eric was going to shut her out. Amber picked up the almost-full coffee he'd gotten her and chucked it into the trash bin on top of used gloves and empty plastic cups. "Go off, do what you want."