"Hey," Amber said, opening the door for him. It was good to see his easy smile, though it was strange to see him come in and place his clothes over her furniture with that same ease, as if he took it for granted that this was his space. And it was true, he was welcome here. It was just that these past couple of days she'd assumed he wouldn't ever be back. Seeing his coat on her coat tree felt unreal, like watching a rerun on TV she vaguely remembered.
"Right," she said. Changing and getting more comfortable sounded great. Amber had a whole closet full of what to wear, but Eric hadn't carried in with him his own change of clothes, which meant he was assuming he could wear what he'd left here. All of which was currently in the laundry hamper. In a fit of righteous irritation at her supposed ex, Amber had tossed everything into the laundry hamper, meaning to wash it all and then with great dignity shove the pile at him at work. The only reason she hadn't thrown it out altogether was that she wanted to look better than him by being more generous. In retrospect, the whole idea sounded pretty silly.
Trying to hide her blush, Amber strode towards the bathroom hoping that Eric would notice neither her embarrassment nor the fact that she'd come up with some fairly elaborate fantasies based on hastily-formed conclusions. "I didn't get the chance to wash what you left here, I hope that's not a problem." His stuff was beneath a layer of her own shirts, which she'd purposefully thrown on top to avoid looking at his. "I could do a quick load now, of course, but that'd still take a while," she said, trying to solve the problem as fast as possible.
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"Right," she said. Changing and getting more comfortable sounded great. Amber had a whole closet full of what to wear, but Eric hadn't carried in with him his own change of clothes, which meant he was assuming he could wear what he'd left here. All of which was currently in the laundry hamper. In a fit of righteous irritation at her supposed ex, Amber had tossed everything into the laundry hamper, meaning to wash it all and then with great dignity shove the pile at him at work. The only reason she hadn't thrown it out altogether was that she wanted to look better than him by being more generous. In retrospect, the whole idea sounded pretty silly.
Trying to hide her blush, Amber strode towards the bathroom hoping that Eric would notice neither her embarrassment nor the fact that she'd come up with some fairly elaborate fantasies based on hastily-formed conclusions. "I didn't get the chance to wash what you left here, I hope that's not a problem." His stuff was beneath a layer of her own shirts, which she'd purposefully thrown on top to avoid looking at his. "I could do a quick load now, of course, but that'd still take a while," she said, trying to solve the problem as fast as possible.