We didn’t do heavy anymore. That was the deal. We talked. We had fun. We hung out. But we didn’t get into the dark shit or the ‘heavy,’ as she liked to put it.
She had spilled her story to me months after we met. I wasn’t sure why but I was glad that she had. It meant something to me and it showed me that she trusted me enough to let me in a little. And maybe, it showed me that we had something more than just a shallow relationship type of thing.
But after she purged all that she could, she told me that we wouldn’t be those people. I wouldn’t try to be her protector and “fix” her or whatever. I wouldn’t try to carry her burden and she wouldn’t help me hold up mine. There were times when things got to be too much, even if we didn’t know what they were, and we found a way to help the other forget. Escape, that was a better word. We never set up expectations and she promised that she wouldn’t hope for more than what we had.
I couldn’t promise that back. It was hard for me not to have this thing between us mean more. But at the same time, whatever was going on here, I found I sort of craved and needed. It was just us here in this… thing, and that had been good enough for me. Maybe in the beginning, I had hoped that it could grow into something more but now, I wasn’t sure that would ever be something Amber would allow herself to have. Especially not with someone like me, living the life of the club and all.
The movie was over and there was no need for me to stay awake.
“You’re right,” I said trying not to sound like an asshole as I clicked off the TV. “I think I just need some sleep.”
I kicked off my pants and got under the covers.
“Okay, I’ll see you later then. Call me when you’re in a better mood.” She made a move to get off the bed. She was only half-pissed and I knew that.
“It’s late. Stay.” I told her, giving her my eyes. “I’ll make you breakfast in the morning.”
I tried to lighten the mood.
“And by that, you mean you’ll fix me a plate of whatever Abigail cooks?” She raised a knowing brow at me but there was a smile twitching her lips.
“No. We’ll sleep in. We’ll go down there when it’s quiet and I will actually do the dirty work. I’ll make you whatever you want. Well, I will try my best to.”
“Okay, fine,” she said and stripped down to her panties as she moved to grab one of my clean shirts.
Then she settled down beside me and I pulled her into my side. I needed some kind of human contact right now, but strangely, it wasn’t sexual. She sensed this and gave me what I needed without question.
