Strange. Really strange. Her questions rolled off his back as if she hadn't asked them. Amber bit her lip and frowned as Eric bent over the bedside and dressing his lower half. Stupid. So, so stupid. She'd known better, and she still-- stupid.

When Eric turned around, apologizing for his distraction, Amber was only mildly appeased. Stressed out over what? Waking up next to a beautiful woman and making out with her? His abrupt behavior couldn't be explained away so easily. He was hiding something. She'd have asked what the hell had happened, but he leaned over and she accepted his touch and kiss sullenly, observing his face up close through half-lidded eyes. He looked content to be here. His grasp on her shoulder was inviting, bringing them closer. Mixed messages all over the place, and Amber didn't know how to read them.

Still, she felt a bit better as they parted. "Trust me, if I kick you, you'll feel it. I don't lie. At least, not about whom I want around." She'd have drawn him in for more kissing and petting-- she wanted to, his bizarre social anxiety attacks or not-- but just then her alarm went off. "Damn it," she muttered, turning away from him to tap it off. She glanced over her shoulder. "Duty calls."

She rose from the bed, not bothering to look for clothes; she had to clean up before getting dressed. "Make yourself at home: the bagels are in the fridge and everything else is where you'd expect to find it." Amber curved her back to kiss the top of his head, cupping his face between her hands. She'd be more careful with him; she wouldn’t let herself get carried away. But she didn't have to be so paranoid as to write him off at once. "I'll join you after I shower."

With a flip of her hair and a smirk, she strutted to the bathroom, smugly aware that he'd be watching her exit, just as she had his the night before.