The problem wasn't that she hadn't done the laundry, or the fact that he'd caught her in the act of laziness; Amber was embarrassed by her embarrassment. You can get away with anything as long as you've got the confidence to pull it off, but she’d failed at something so minor. There was also the spite she'd invested in those items of clothing, but Eric, amused as he was, probably hadn't noticed.
Amber was peeling off her nylons when she heard Eric come in. "Sure," she said, nodding her head towards her closet without turning around. "Go ahead and grab one." She always had a few extra hangers in there.
The big question was, bra or no bra? It'd feel good to unhook the wired lace from around her, but Amber wanted that extra bit of support at the moment, so on it stayed. She changed quickly, getting on a cotton shirt and sweater, then unzipping her skirt and pulling up a pair of pants. Even with the bra, Amber felt a million times freer, like she couldn't have begun to understand the concept of relaxing until now.
She picked up her clothes and turned and walked towards Eric. Rumpled outfit or not, he was looking damn good: like the Eric she'd grown close to and trusted over their days together. Not like her boss Foreman at work, who represented an enemy as much as he did an ally . Another layer of stress lifted itself from Amber, loosening her joints. "Heya, handsome," Amber said, her wide smile tingeing her voice. With an armful of blouse and skirt and nylons, she couldn't hug him, but she got close enough. "Glad you're here."
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Amber was peeling off her nylons when she heard Eric come in. "Sure," she said, nodding her head towards her closet without turning around. "Go ahead and grab one." She always had a few extra hangers in there.
The big question was, bra or no bra? It'd feel good to unhook the wired lace from around her, but Amber wanted that extra bit of support at the moment, so on it stayed. She changed quickly, getting on a cotton shirt and sweater, then unzipping her skirt and pulling up a pair of pants. Even with the bra, Amber felt a million times freer, like she couldn't have begun to understand the concept of relaxing until now.
She picked up her clothes and turned and walked towards Eric. Rumpled outfit or not, he was looking damn good: like the Eric she'd grown close to and trusted over their days together. Not like her boss Foreman at work, who represented an enemy as much as he did an ally . Another layer of stress lifted itself from Amber, loosening her joints. "Heya, handsome," Amber said, her wide smile tingeing her voice. With an armful of blouse and skirt and nylons, she couldn't hug him, but she got close enough. "Glad you're here."