Not until she heard the words was Amber aware of them. Panic choked off her euphoria. Had she just said that? She couldn't've. She'd never thought it before, why would I love you fly out of her mouth like birds released from a cage? Fuck, it hadn't been three weeks and even she knew it was too far too fast, fuck, fuck, fuck--
Before she could do damage control, though, Eric kissed her again, buying them both time. Time for him to come up with the most diplomatic possible rejection, time for her to find the best way to laugh it off. She'd been high off sex, no way could she be held accountable for whatever sweet nothings poured out, she hadn't even meant it.
He was so gentle, compared to the rough, confused kisses they'd exchanged during sex; Amber clenched her eyes, willing herself not to come undone. Play it cool. However he said it, she wouldn't make a fuss when he found some way to tell her he didn’t feel the same. Had to protect her pride. Maybe he wouldn't even comment and it'd be as if he hadn't heard her.
Though, what the hell, she could feel his lips turned up in a smile even as they kissed. Why was he so happy? Amber dared a look as they separated; Eric was grinning fit to crack his face in half. Despite all her attempts to calm down, her heart burst out racing again. He wasn't-- he wasn't glad, was he? But what else was she supposed to think, with him beaming like she'd never seen before, and him holding her all the tighter? Tears she hadn't realized she'd been holding back sprang to her eyes; Amber knew, with every fiber of her self, even before he said the words back at her. Eric loved her too.
Laughing, she threw her arms around his neck, hugging him so that her chin dug into his shoulder. She needed a second to make sense of her flooding fear and joy; it was like she'd had all the breath knocked out of her and lost which way was up. Love. Amber hadn't-- fuck, love was the obligatory feeling for family, together with a generous helping of exasperation, because what else could you feel for them? Passion was for work, into which she threw herself body, soul, and heart. Men, at best, got her lust and interest. The last time she'd considered love was in high school, and even that had been a teenager’s naive stupidity.
And now Eric-- Amber didn't even know what to think or feel. He certainly had gotten under her skin like no one else had in ages. Made her into an idiot and somehow got her doing all kinds of things she wouldn't have considered for anyone else, like being considerate of his feelings just for him and not as a means of reaching an objective. Was that love?
She didn't know. But, still laughing, she'd bask in this dazzled, confused happiness for as long as it lasted. Still laughing, Amber planted a foot against the base of the bed and twisted Eric, wrestling him; smirked when she came out on top again. "Oh, do you?" she asked playfully.
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Before she could do damage control, though, Eric kissed her again, buying them both time. Time for him to come up with the most diplomatic possible rejection, time for her to find the best way to laugh it off. She'd been high off sex, no way could she be held accountable for whatever sweet nothings poured out, she hadn't even meant it.
He was so gentle, compared to the rough, confused kisses they'd exchanged during sex; Amber clenched her eyes, willing herself not to come undone. Play it cool. However he said it, she wouldn't make a fuss when he found some way to tell her he didn’t feel the same. Had to protect her pride. Maybe he wouldn't even comment and it'd be as if he hadn't heard her.
Though, what the hell, she could feel his lips turned up in a smile even as they kissed. Why was he so happy? Amber dared a look as they separated; Eric was grinning fit to crack his face in half. Despite all her attempts to calm down, her heart burst out racing again. He wasn't-- he wasn't glad, was he? But what else was she supposed to think, with him beaming like she'd never seen before, and him holding her all the tighter? Tears she hadn't realized she'd been holding back sprang to her eyes; Amber knew, with every fiber of her self, even before he said the words back at her. Eric loved her too.
Laughing, she threw her arms around his neck, hugging him so that her chin dug into his shoulder. She needed a second to make sense of her flooding fear and joy; it was like she'd had all the breath knocked out of her and lost which way was up. Love. Amber hadn't-- fuck, love was the obligatory feeling for family, together with a generous helping of exasperation, because what else could you feel for them? Passion was for work, into which she threw herself body, soul, and heart. Men, at best, got her lust and interest. The last time she'd considered love was in high school, and even that had been a teenager’s naive stupidity.
And now Eric-- Amber didn't even know what to think or feel. He certainly had gotten under her skin like no one else had in ages. Made her into an idiot and somehow got her doing all kinds of things she wouldn't have considered for anyone else, like being considerate of his feelings just for him and not as a means of reaching an objective. Was that love?
She didn't know. But, still laughing, she'd bask in this dazzled, confused happiness for as long as it lasted. Still laughing, Amber planted a foot against the base of the bed and twisted Eric, wrestling him; smirked when she came out on top again. "Oh, do you?" she asked playfully.