is? I’m not a sheep.” Her voice softens. “And I only want to be with you. Can we just forget about him? Come on, Micah.” She scoots over close to me and runs one hand up and down my arm. “What’d you bring me?”
“I brought you dinner, but I see you couldn’t wait.” My voice is still cold.
Amber swipes the empty pizza box from the table. “My dad ordered it for us because we practiced straight through lunch. I only had one piece, I swear.”
I thaw a little bit. “I guess I did tell you not to skip any meals.” I show her the stuffed chicken first, peeling the lid off a circular container with the beurre blanc sauce, which amazingly still hasn’t separated.
She inhales deeply. “That smells like heaven. How did I get so lucky?”
I slide down onto the sofa next to her and try to forget about Nate. “As I recall, you got caught with weed and then had the good sense to do your community service at the Humane Society.”
“Right. A love spawned from crime and punishment.” She leans over and gives me a peck on the lips. “Some solid choice-making on both of our parts.”
“Yup. Now let’s eat.” I hand her a set of plastic silverware and we both dig in.
The chicken isn’t as hot as I would have liked, but it’s still delicious and the cheese filling is melted to perfection. Amber practically dies when she sees the dessert.
“So. Much. Chocolate.” She spoons one bite into her mouth and moans with pleasure.
“I thought you’d say that.” I grin with satisfaction as I watch her eat. I even sample a few bites myself. The consistency of the cake is perfect and the mousse is just the right sweetness.
After we finish eating, Amber rests her head on my shoulder while I flip through the TV channels. Her family has this huge cable subscription—it’s mind-boggling to me that in two hundred channels the only good thing I can find to watch is David Dark’s new reality TV show: Masterbakers .
“This show makes me feel fat,” Amber announces as we watch Chef David demonstrate how to make a molten lava cake that oozes just the right amount of chocolate when you cut into it.
“Whatever, Skeletor,” I say, pulling her onto my lap. “You could gain twenty pounds and you’d still be skinny.”
She looks up at me through a shock of white-blonde hair that’s fallen in front of her eyes. “How do you always know how to say the right thing?”
I tuck the hair back behind her ear. “I got a book from the library.”
She snorts, her face melting into a grin big enough to show teeth. “What’s funny about that is the idea of you in a library.”
“You calling me stupid?”
“No.” Amber adjusts her body so that she’s facing me, one leg on either side of my lap. She runs her hands through my hair, dragging her fingernails softly down the length of my scalp. I can smell her flowery perfume and the baby powder deodorant she always wears. And beneath that, just a hint of sweat that I find way sexier than the products she uses to mask it.
I snake my arms around her lower back and pull her close, kissing the first part of her my mouth makes contact with, which happens to be her chin. She angles her face so that our lips meet, her tongue finding mine before I can even inhale. I relax back into the sofa cushions, my mind going blissfully blank.
“I missed you so much,” Amber murmurs. She slides one hand up under my shirt as her mouth finds mine again.
The gentle pressure of her fingertips makes me exhale sharply. I bite gently on her lower lip. “Missed you too.”
She’s got both hands under my shirt now, slowly working up the fabric like she’s trying to tug it over my head.
“Hey now,” I say, pulling back. I grab her wrists playfully in one hand.
“What?” She winks. “I’m still hungry.”
“Me too.” I stare at the hollow of her neck, at the black bra strap peeping out from the collar of her shirt. “But let’s not forget where we are. Your parents are right
“I brought you dinner, but I see you couldn’t wait.” My voice is still cold.
Amber swipes the empty pizza box from the table. “My dad ordered it for us because we practiced straight through lunch. I only had one piece, I swear.”
I thaw a little bit. “I guess I did tell you not to skip any meals.” I show her the stuffed chicken first, peeling the lid off a circular container with the beurre blanc sauce, which amazingly still hasn’t separated.
She inhales deeply. “That smells like heaven. How did I get so lucky?”
I slide down onto the sofa next to her and try to forget about Nate. “As I recall, you got caught with weed and then had the good sense to do your community service at the Humane Society.”
“Right. A love spawned from crime and punishment.” She leans over and gives me a peck on the lips. “Some solid choice-making on both of our parts.”
“Yup. Now let’s eat.” I hand her a set of plastic silverware and we both dig in.
The chicken isn’t as hot as I would have liked, but it’s still delicious and the cheese filling is melted to perfection. Amber practically dies when she sees the dessert.
“So. Much. Chocolate.” She spoons one bite into her mouth and moans with pleasure.
“I thought you’d say that.” I grin with satisfaction as I watch her eat. I even sample a few bites myself. The consistency of the cake is perfect and the mousse is just the right sweetness.
After we finish eating, Amber rests her head on my shoulder while I flip through the TV channels. Her family has this huge cable subscription—it’s mind-boggling to me that in two hundred channels the only good thing I can find to watch is David Dark’s new reality TV show: Masterbakers .
“This show makes me feel fat,” Amber announces as we watch Chef David demonstrate how to make a molten lava cake that oozes just the right amount of chocolate when you cut into it.
“Whatever, Skeletor,” I say, pulling her onto my lap. “You could gain twenty pounds and you’d still be skinny.”
She looks up at me through a shock of white-blonde hair that’s fallen in front of her eyes. “How do you always know how to say the right thing?”
I tuck the hair back behind her ear. “I got a book from the library.”
She snorts, her face melting into a grin big enough to show teeth. “What’s funny about that is the idea of you in a library.”
“You calling me stupid?”
“No.” Amber adjusts her body so that she’s facing me, one leg on either side of my lap. She runs her hands through my hair, dragging her fingernails softly down the length of my scalp. I can smell her flowery perfume and the baby powder deodorant she always wears. And beneath that, just a hint of sweat that I find way sexier than the products she uses to mask it.
I snake my arms around her lower back and pull her close, kissing the first part of her my mouth makes contact with, which happens to be her chin. She angles her face so that our lips meet, her tongue finding mine before I can even inhale. I relax back into the sofa cushions, my mind going blissfully blank.
“I missed you so much,” Amber murmurs. She slides one hand up under my shirt as her mouth finds mine again.
The gentle pressure of her fingertips makes me exhale sharply. I bite gently on her lower lip. “Missed you too.”
She’s got both hands under my shirt now, slowly working up the fabric like she’s trying to tug it over my head.
“Hey now,” I say, pulling back. I grab her wrists playfully in one hand.
“What?” She winks. “I’m still hungry.”
“Me too.” I stare at the hollow of her neck, at the black bra strap peeping out from the collar of her shirt. “But let’s not forget where we are. Your parents are right
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