He'd nod, probably, agreeing tersely with her that whatever they'd had, it'd be ruined. If nothing else, it'd be nice to get that settled. Have it said out loud and therefore over with. Amber wouldn't have to stay in this tortuous limbo, wondering with an occasional painful stab if perhaps Eric still hadn't given up.
The nod never came. You didn't have to say it, I could tell, Amber thought. Why did he keep dragging this out? A breakup should be fast and painless, like sticking a needle into a vein. Why even talk about the sex they hadn't had? They might as well talk about rainbow-colored unicorns for all the good it'd do.
At least-- at least he'd wanted it, too. At some point. Amber didn't know whether to feel irritated that he wouldn't reach his point or reassured that at least he'd still desired her. Confused, Amber's fingers curled over her chest, the other hand sneaking beneath her arm. Fuck, if she didn't know better, she'd think Eric wanted her closer. His soft tone, his honest and direct gaze-- the other times he'd been like that, he'd welcomed her touch. Amber swallowed, bitter about her sudden burst of tenderness. Eric muddled her thoughts like no other.
Amber's heart jolted when he got up like he'd read her mind or something and-- what, was confirming that he wanted to touch her? Her heartbeat grew louder in her ears as he approached.
I want you. Amber's blush returned and she glanced away for a second, embarrassed. What? She'd just-- she'd been that wrong, blindly assuming the worst? His words couldn't be any clearer and all the signs supported his words, but how could she've been so stupid as to misread him that deeply? "I never said that," she said hotly.
Instantaneous reassessment: Eric hadn't given up on her after all and she'd just made a total fool of herself by assuming so. It was okay, Amber could recover the moment, she just had to act fast. So this was a happy reunion moment, right? All she had to do was open her arms and he'd embrace her, surely. They could even cue in the Hollywood happy-ending music.
It'd be that easy. A simple movement would do the trick. They'd probably even kiss. Amber bit her lips. "I need a moment," burst out from her mouth before thinking. "I-- so, what, we just pick up where we left off?" Before this case, she'd just have slid into his hold like water pouring over a rock, natural and right. But not now, with this knot of emotions. Amber bowed her head. He'd just mocked the idea of sex curing their problems, but it always simplified their fights. Though if she couldn't bring herself to hug him, fucking was out of the question.
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The nod never came. You didn't have to say it, I could tell, Amber thought. Why did he keep dragging this out? A breakup should be fast and painless, like sticking a needle into a vein. Why even talk about the sex they hadn't had? They might as well talk about rainbow-colored unicorns for all the good it'd do.
At least-- at least he'd wanted it, too. At some point. Amber didn't know whether to feel irritated that he wouldn't reach his point or reassured that at least he'd still desired her. Confused, Amber's fingers curled over her chest, the other hand sneaking beneath her arm. Fuck, if she didn't know better, she'd think Eric wanted her closer. His soft tone, his honest and direct gaze-- the other times he'd been like that, he'd welcomed her touch. Amber swallowed, bitter about her sudden burst of tenderness. Eric muddled her thoughts like no other.
Amber's heart jolted when he got up like he'd read her mind or something and-- what, was confirming that he wanted to touch her? Her heartbeat grew louder in her ears as he approached.
I want you. Amber's blush returned and she glanced away for a second, embarrassed. What? She'd just-- she'd been that wrong, blindly assuming the worst? His words couldn't be any clearer and all the signs supported his words, but how could she've been so stupid as to misread him that deeply? "I never said that," she said hotly.
Instantaneous reassessment: Eric hadn't given up on her after all and she'd just made a total fool of herself by assuming so. It was okay, Amber could recover the moment, she just had to act fast. So this was a happy reunion moment, right? All she had to do was open her arms and he'd embrace her, surely. They could even cue in the Hollywood happy-ending music.
It'd be that easy. A simple movement would do the trick. They'd probably even kiss. Amber bit her lips. "I need a moment," burst out from her mouth before thinking. "I-- so, what, we just pick up where we left off?" Before this case, she'd just have slid into his hold like water pouring over a rock, natural and right. But not now, with this knot of emotions. Amber bowed her head. He'd just mocked the idea of sex curing their problems, but it always simplified their fights. Though if she couldn't bring herself to hug him, fucking was out of the question.