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With a giggle, Amber landed back on the couch holding the pillow to her chest. Then yanked a blanket that had been spread across the back of the couch and covered her chest.
Mountain spun the towel once more, but not as tight and when she held the pillow up to block him, he wacked it lightly, dead center.
“I give.” She held up her arms in surrender.
Mountain landed on the couch next to her. “Weapons down. Give me the pillow and I’ll give you back the towel. We call it quits.”
“Okay, you got a deal.” Amber handed over the pillow and Mountain handed her the towel.
Shifting around, she pulled her legs up underneath her and wiggled around the couch before finally settling in.
With a single finger, he lifted the hem of her shirt to see the mark he’d made on her skin. A welt had started to form and stroked along the raised area as gently as he could. “You moved,” he said trying to hold back his disappointment and anger at himself for tarnishing her body. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
“It’s nothing,” she said her hand covering his fingers to move them away. “Strategic error on my part. My flight overrode my fight.”
“You sure you don’t need anything? Ice something,” he offered.
“I grew up with brothers,” she said, the look in her eyes sincere. “I’m more than fine, okay? It was an accident, besides I started it.”
Mountain didn’t want their playful fun to turn sour because of his fucked up issues. His past rearing its ugly head. The mix of voices of women they’d helped over the last few years having him question if he’d crossed a line. This was fun, relationship shit, not some damaged woman making excuses for the broken eye socket. It had been an accident, they both took ownership of it and damned if he was going dump his past. The bullshit he accepted and believed at the time, making him question Amber in this moment. He liked her and wanted this to not only turn into a relationship, but wanted it to go somewhere. He just didn’t know where and there wasn’t a way to type that shit into a GPS to find the destination. Why was he trying to decide on a five year plan tonight? All he needed to know was if he wanted to fuck her and move on or something other than a quickie? Over a decade of fuck and move on had the stick around option a distant memory. Could it be like a bike? Once you learn how to ride, you never forget? Then again, the last time he tried the whole two wheel and pedal option with a woman, she’d been a girl and he’d been a boy with no clue on what it meant or how to do it.
“Do you want to stay and watch a movie with me?” Amber reached for the remote on the coffee table, then shifted again to leaned back against the couch and put her socked feet up on the table.
“Sure. What do you want to watch?”
“Something tells me you aren’t really the chick flick kinda guy.” Amber switched the TV on and changed the channels looking for a good movie.
“Oh my God, have you seen The Notebook,” Mountain mocked in a mix of valley girl and love struck teen voice, as he held his hands out. “You know that one scene where the girl does that thing and boy is all yeah.”
Amber cut her eyes to him, but smiled.
“Do you have cable, or we stuck with just a few channels?” Mountain wasn’t a big fan of current TV shows, but it would be nice staying here and getting to know Amber.
“I have cable. At least until the end of the month,” she said.
He knew the cash pile in the kitchen to be counted wouldn’t be for luxuries.
She settled on a movie channel. “We have a few movie channels too. What about Forest Gump?”
“Love it,” Mountain said, though he was more of a Sci-Fi fan, the classic wasn’t bad and he doubted it was new to her. Which meant they could talk over it. He reached out and touched her hand.
Amber jumped up from the couch as if the contact had burned her skin and headed toward the kitchen. “Do you want something to drink?”
Mountain watched her swing her ass a little as she walked toward the fridge. “Anything but lemonade,” he said, confused by the mixed signals or crossed wires. “A beer maybe?”
“I have beer and wine. So, I’ll bring you a beer. I think I’ll have a glass of wine.”
Amber poured the red wine in a goblet and carried the two drinks back to the living room. Setting his beer on the coffee table, she crawled back on the couch, leaning against the opposite arm and took a drink of her wine.
He got caught in the vision of her mouth on the edge of the glass as the burgundy liquid slipped past the lips he craved tasting. When was the last time he enjoyed a good red? Shaking off the lustful stare, he grabbed the bottle of beer and took a long pull of it, then held on to the bottle as a shield. “That is pretty good thanks.”
“Sorry about that,” she said, taking another sip. “And not finding time this past week. It’s… see I got divorced about three years ago which means I haven’t been with a man in like three, four years. And my last first date was over a decade ago.”
“I’ve got that beat,” Mountain said, then took another swig. “The date thing for sure. And the man thing, I’m untouched. Over thirty years now.”
“Untouched? You?” she questioned.
“What can I say I never dropped the soap.” He cheered her with bottle before setting it down.
