“It’s over,” he told her, gesturing towards the television.
Eri glanced at the screen. “I’m sure there’ll be another one,” she replied, shifting and laying her head on his chest.
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“Are you busy next weekend?” Eri asked, running her hands through Elias’ hair.
The rain was slowing to a stop, and they were on movie number four as they waited for the food they’d ordered. They had switched positions at some point, Elias lying between her legs, head on her chest.
“I have a couple of sessions, but nothing too crazy. What’s up?”
“I wanted to do something.”
“Sure, Amate. What do you want to do?”
“You’ll see,” Eri responded.
Elias looked up at her. “Aren’t you on spring break this coming week?” Eri nodded. “Stay with me for the week.”
She contemplated it for a minute. “You sure you want that?”
“I wouldn’t have suggested it if I didn’t want it.”
“I need to go home and get some things.”
“We can go together later,” he replied.
Eri was going to see her dad on Wednesday for his birthday, but aside from that and working on a project for her final, she didn’t have other plans. She didn’t mind spending the week with Elias. If she were being honest with herself, she preferred it. They’d spent two weeks not speaking to or seeing one another, and she missed him.
She hadn’t suspected they would jump right back to where they’d been because they both were hurt. She’d hurt him, and she could use the week to start proving to him she’d meant what she said.
Eri turned her attention back to the television as she continued to lazily run her fingers through his hair. They were currently watching a C-rated movie with bad special effects. Instead of finding something after the first movie went off, they allowed whatever was suggested to load. She was sure that, with this being as bad as it was, they wouldn’t be doing that again, but neither of them felt inclined to change it.
For her, it wasn’t about what was on the screen. She was enjoying spending time with him, being in his presence. The saying you don’t know what you have until it’s gone was accurate because Eri hadn’t realized how much time she spent with him, how often she talked to him until she hadn’t been able to for a while.
There was a knock on the door ten minutes later, and Elias got up to answer it.
“Oh. Um…well, hi,” Eri heard a feminine voice say.
“Hey,” Elias responded. “Thanks,” he then said.
“Trust me. It was my pleasure.”
Eri rolled her eyes, and the door closed a few seconds later. Elias returned with a bag and a drink carrier.
“Oh. Well, hi,” she mimicked the other woman. “Trust me. It was my pleasure.”
Elias chuckled. “Are you jealous, baby?”
The butterflies in her stomach took flight at the endearment. “Do I need to be?” she questioned with a quirked brow.
Elias set the food and drinks on the coffee table and tipped her chin up. “Never.”
Eri hummed. “I mean, I can’t really blame her. You answered the door in all your tall, broad, shirtless, tattooed yumminess. In gray sweatpants, no less.”
He chuckled again before dropping a kiss onto her lips. “I’ll be sure to only wear sweatpants for you.” She glared at himplayfully because she knew he was teasing her, but she would in no way object.
They removed the food from the bag and ate while they finished the movie.
