Eric lifting up gave her much needed breathing space, literal and figurative. Amber rolled to her side, her back to him. This pillow wasn't hers. It was too soft and fluffy. Had her mom thrown out hers or had she snuck in this newer set to impress the guest? The sheets weren't Amber’s either. Green was more her mom's taste and they weren't anywhere near as smooth as the ones Amber used in her own house.

Home but not, with her boyfriend getting rid of the evidence behind her. As if they could hide it. They hadn't made much noise but even if they'd been as silent as church mice, everyone would've suspected what they'd been up to anyway. Amber huffed. If her family was going to think like that, then it was a good thing she and Eric got in the fun of a good fucking. Anyway, it was none of her family’s business.

The mattress dipped when Eric lied down again. She felt the warmth of his body before his hand glided over her skin; his touch was as gentle and mellow as his voice. Amber found herself curving her back into him, longing for more of this touch. Her anger dissipated with his care. "Wish we weren't here," she admitted. She couldn't quite be herself, constantly wondering what her mom and brother were thinking. Everyone else she told to fuck off, but she couldn't do that with them.

"Oh god no," Amber said to Eric's first suggestion. The shower was a decent idea-- she was starting to get sticky-- but that'd mean leaving this bed and room, which she wasn't up to. "I'm staying here." To press her point, she sat up and pulled back the covers, sliding between them. She held the covers up and raised an eyebrow at him. "Of course, if you want to go running back to my mom, I won't stop you."