Roads That Cross...

...even when you don't want them to

"Don't you think it's suspicious that we always excuse ourselves from the dinner table at the same time?"

Ámbar's voice didn't sound at all worried while asking him that, merely curious, with a little tint of amused mischief. Then again, Simón thought to himself, her voice always had that ring to it.

Ámbar turn on the lights as they walked into her bedroom, and Simón shut the door behind them. "Everyone knows we're together; I don't think it looks weird." He took some steps and wrapped his arms loosely around Ámbar's waist. He smiled. "They probably think I just say goodnight to you and go to my room."

"If they knew," Ámbar said, and then tilted her head up to kiss him, cupping his jaw. "Do you think I'm a bad influence?" She asked next. "For making you break the rules?"

Simón held her hand against his cheek. "I would break them a thousand times over in order to see you," he said with a fond smile. "But I don't think that's a bad thing. I love how you make me feel."

Ámbar gifted him with one of those rare smiles, the kind she only ever showed to him— Warm and sweet, softening all of her features into a face of adoration. "I love it too."

She placed a soft kiss on his lips and then a short peck on the tip of his nose before pulling away.

"Would you help me?" She asked, crossing her room over to the closet. "I bought some new bedsheets and a bed cover online and they arrived today. I thought we could put them on now since we gotta make the bed anyway."

"Yeah, of course." Simón had already grown used to the mundane activity of making the bed with Ámbar. He started by grabbing the pillows and moving them out of the way. Then he pulled the current bed cover and tossed it to the floor too.

Ámbar came back from her closet with the new bed linen in her arms. Everything was almost completely white as far as Simón could see. The new bed cover was the only thing with a design, although it was very minimalistic, just some grey lines along the borders. This surprised him a little, not really because of the color but because it all looked very... plain, not a word he would associate with Ámbar.

"So... no more black bedsheets?" He commented. If she liked the new ones better, he had no issue with it, of course. Well, except one, maybe. "You looked good tangled in them. It contrasted with your skin."

Ámbar looked at him, eyebrows slightly raised. "You're in a good mood, huh?" She said amusedly, bumping him with her hip as she passed him to leave the linen on her center table. Simón laughed. "Does that mean it went well with Luna? You talked things out?"

Oh, right. Earlier, during pillow talk, Simón had mentioned to Ámbar that he was thinking about maybe having a talk with Luna. It all started with Ámbar telling him about her conversation with Emilia and how it saddened her a little because she could relate to her, and, although it hadn't lasted very long, they used to be kind of friends. From there, Simón had told her about his own worries about his friendship with Luna, and Ámbar had supported his idea of talking to her to try and clear things up.

"Yeah, it went well," he told her. "We talked about things that maybe we should've talked about a long time ago." He reached over to the bed again and pulled out the blanket they had added to their arsenal once the weather started getting cold. "I think it was good for both of us. Actually," he laughed a little to himself, "some things came up that I had no idea about. I wasn't expecting that at all."

Ámbar was working on taking all the bed linen out of their plastic bags. She looked at him curiously. "How so?"

Simón hesitated.

Could he tell her what Luna had told him? Should he? Would Luna get mad at him if he did? But it was just a past thing now, it didn't matter anymore— Anyone with functioning eyes could see how Luna and Matteo looked at each other. And it didn't sit right with Simón to hide things from Ámbar.