The time came when the swells started to shift with the onshore winds, making them pack up their boards and gear and head in for the evening. Amber went back to the house on Albion Street for a spell of a few hours, but she returned near closing time, with some tasty takeaway and her rucksack of fresh clothes slung over one shoulder, greeting Ross again at the door with her perky smile and soft kiss.
Neville joined them upstairs in the flat for curry and the Danish crime drama that had captured their attentions over the last several weeks, during which Amber curled herself close under Ross's arm, sucking thoughtfully on the last of the pulpy mangoes they had for dessert, while the guys sat quietly engrossed in the subtitles.
“Those two are totally going to do it,” Ross interjected during the closing scene of the episode, nodding toward the screen.
Beside him, Amber broke into light giggling. “I know!” she said, tumbling gleefully against his chest; without the onscreen drama and tension, she turned lively and lighthearted once more. “I was going to say the same thing.”
Sitting on the floor in front of the sofa, Neville craned his head around to look at Ross. “Why does everything with you have to be about sex?” he drawled with a snicker.
“It doesn't,” Ross told him. Then he gestured toward the screen again. “But they've got chemistry! I mean, look at them. You can see that she wants him.”
Amber poked him in the chest. “He wants her, you mean!” she said. “He can't trust his old lover anymore, not after she planted that evidence. But he can trust this woman. And you can tell that he really wants to trust her; you know, he wants someone he can believe in, someone he knows is honest and worthwhile.” She bobbed her head knowingly. “That is prime romance material, right there.”
Indeed, it is, Amber love. Indeed, it is.
No comments:
Post a Comment