When Amber came back out of her room, she was wearing a white sweater and skinny jeans. Her hair was still in the ponytail, and it probably wouldn't be coming out of it until she went to bed. She made her way over to the door and tugged her jacket and shoes on, then waited for William to come out.
William came out of his room, wearing a hoodie. He didn’t bother wearing a hat, and on his way out, he grabbed his car keys. He avoided looking directly at Amber in the eyes. Usually he would have, but he couldn’t bring himself to—not when there was still that tension in the air.
“Let’s go,” he muttered before he finally lookef at Amber, pausing. “You aren’t going to cover your head? You’re going to catch a cold.”
Amber raised her eyebrows and gestured to his own bare head. "So will you, by that reasoning. I'll be fine, William. I go out like this all the time. Plus, the coat has a hood that I can wear if I need it."
“I wasn’t the one who just took a shower,” William muttered. “But if you say so. Let’s go, then.”
"My hair isn't that wet anymore," Amber sighed, rolling her eyes a little as she followed him to his car. "Don't worry about me."
The drive to the store was… interesting, to say the least. Neither of them spoke, and the tension was so thick, you could it with a knife. Finally, William parked his car and killed the engine, taking off the seatbelt and getting out. He waited for Amber to do the same.
Amber unbuckled and slid outbid the car, barely glancing at William before she started toward the store. "What do we need? Make a list and text it to me."
“All right,” William murmured, taking out his phone and typing away. He began to follow Amber, unaware of how close he was walking next to her.
Amber’s arm brushed against William’s, and she glanced over at him from the corner of her eye. Shaking her head a little, she took half a step to the side, away from him.
“I’ll go grab what I know we need and text you what I’ve gotten,” she said as they entered the store.
William merely nodded, grabbing a cart and walking a different way. He wanted to be done with this quickly.
(Skip?)
(Not it~)
(Oof. ‘Kay.)
Amber sighed as she looked down at the bag of sugar in her hand. She needed to get it on one of the top shelves, but she was too short… Of course.
Shaking her head, she pushed herself up into the counter. She tucked her legs under herself to get up a little higher and reached to put the sugar away. Her shirt rode up a little, showing a small patch of skin, but she didn’t notice.
William’s eyes flashed towards Amber down to her skin before he shook his head. He made his way towards her, resting one hand on the counter next to her, chest pressed against her back as he reached up. Carefully taking the sugar from her, he set it on the top shelf she’d been trying to reach before he rested his other hand on the other side of the counter.
He would thoroughly regret what he was going to do, but at this moment, he didn’t seem to care.
Amber froze at the feeling of his chest pressed against her and slowly turned around when he’d put the sugar away. She looked down at him, raising her eyebrows. What was he doing…?
William quirked an eyebrow, an expectant look on his features. He didn’t know how she would react, but however she would, he would find it amusing.
And quite painful, too. He just hoped it was enough to get rid of the craving he was having.
Oh… Oh, he wanted… Oh.
Amber blinked a couple of times, looking down into his dark eyes as she felt her heart rate pick up. After a moment, she leaned down and closed the distance between their lips.
This was pure, utter torture…
William certainly hadn’t expected her to actually do it. He figured she’d shove him away, or merely turn him down, but she actually did it. Just as his eyes closed to kiss her back, she pulled away. He pursed his lips before kissing her again, never once removing his hands from the counter.
This… whatever these two were doing, it would only end badly. And though William knew that, he couldn’t help but want to do it again and again. If he could go back in time, he’d make sure she had never kissed him in the first place.
Amber pulled away again, letting out a slow breath. She kept her eyes closed, unwilling to meet his eye.
“William… We can’t do this,” she whispered eventually. “We can’t…”
“I know,” he murmured, his hands closing into fists. His eyes were still closed, forehead pressed against hers. It hadn’t helped. “Tell me to stop and this wouldn’t happen again.”
“I don’t know if I can,” Amber said quietly, biting down hard on her lip. This was so bad…
This time, William did open his eyes, tilting his head to the side and noticing the way she was biting down on her lip. He reached up to touch her mouth but immediately stopped himself.
“Why not?” He inquired in a whisper, looking at the way her cheeks turned pink.
Amber slowly opened her eyes and met his, blinking slowly. “Because… Whatever this is, I need it right now. As much pain as it may end in, it’s helping me deal with some at the moment.”
William lifted his hand finally, gently reaching out to rub his thumb against her cheek. He removed a strand of her hair from her face, tucking it behind her ear.
“It’s going to end badly,” he murmured, mouth inches away from hers. “Do you still want it?”
(YES SHE DOES)
(Heck yeah XD)
Amber sighed and closed her eyes for a moment. When she opened them again, she had a calm yet fierce determination in them. “Yes,” she answered simply.
“Then whatever happens, it’s on both of us,” William said, though he knew the words were unneeded. He found the look in her eyes… enchanting? She looked determined. As if what they were doing was normal—as if neither of them would get off at the bitter end.
He breathed deeply, lips tingling again, but he refrained from making another move.
“That it is,” Amber agreed in a murmur, keeping her eyes on his so she wouldn’t end up kissing him again. “Now, let’s get the rest of the groceries put away, yeah?”
William pushed himself away, giving Amber space to hop off of the counter. He made his way towards the shopping bags and took out the cartons of milk. Opening the fridge, he set them inside, making sure to leave space for more things.