Chapter 32 – You Can Complicate It All You Want But In The End It's Only Fear And Love

Amber's POV

It's been a few weeks since I've has recovered and I couldn't be happier.

Things between Rosalie and I have been amazing.

Work has kept me pretty busy, but thankfully it's almost the weekend.

All that's standing between me and a home-cooked meal, made by my incredible girlfriend, (girlfriend…that one word brings a smile to my face) is this stupid stack of paperwork. I can't help scowling at the stupid papers.

After an hour or so I'm down to my last sheet when my cellphone rings.

The name flashing on my screen is a blast from the past.

I'm pretty sure that the smile I had on could be heard in my voice as I answered my phone throwing my feet up on my desk and leaning back in my chair as I said, "Johnny Tsunami, to what do I owe the pleasure of this phone call?"

Rosalie's POV

A knock on my apartment door echoes over the music that I've been dancing around the kitchen to.

I wipe my hands on my apron as I make my way to the door.

I give myself the once over in the mirror . Even though I know that as a vampire I will always be inhumanity beautiful I still like the idea of making sure that I look good for my love.

I open the door to find a smiling Amber with her hands behind her back. Thankfully she changed out of her uniform so that I was able to kiss her senseless.

I know that I should play it a little more coy, but I just can't seem to keep my vampire hormones in check as I pull Amber in by her shirt.

After a few glorious minutes we break apart and I can't help but feel a sick sense of satisfaction at the look of bliss on Amber's face.

"Not that I'm complaining, but what did I do to deserve that? Because I'm definitely going to keep doing whatever it is." Amber says with a grin.

I swat Amber playfully on her arm. I cant help but smile lovingly at my ridiculous mate.

When I turned to go back inside the apartment I stepped on a small box.

Amber is quick to pick it up before handing it to me as we make our way back into my apartment.

I'm a little confused about what it could be, but at Amber's insistence I open the box to find an unusual sight.

My expression must have not been what Amber was looking for since she then started to word vomit.

"I know that it's not a very romantic gift. I mean I probably should have gotten you flowers or chocolates or something along those lines. Shit, now that I'm saying it out loud I'm realizing how bad this actually looks. If you want me to leave I'll understand I mean I…." the rest of Amber's downward spiral of a ramble was cut off my me practically throwing myself on top of her.

In between peppering her face with kisses I tell her, "I love it and trust me it is romantic."

My mate gives me a very skeptical look that I can't help but laugh at.

"No really it is. It shows that you actually listened to me when I had made an off handed comment about mine breaking the other day and you cared enough to want to replace it for me." I tried to reassure my love.

Amber shrugs absentmindedly "I know how you love working on cars. It took a little over a day for the shop to order that particular brand of socket wrench for me."

"Well I think you deserve a reward like seconds on desert." I seductively say as I sashayed back into the kitchen.

I watch as Amber takes a few deep breathes and runs her hands through her hair a few times trying to calm down from my assault. I take quite a bit of pleasure knowing that I can torture my mate.

I almost drop the plate in my hands when I hear Amber almost silently say "I'd rather have you for desert if it's all the same."

I can see Amber shake her head like she trying to clear her thoughts before she makes her way back over to the dropped socket wrench.

I'm thankful for the few minutes alone to calm myself down from hearing my love's whispered desires.

Amber and I have yet to take that final step of intimacy in our relationship.

Not that we haven't been close mind you, but with Amber trying not to push me and my boundaries and me trying to overcome my own trauma it just hasn't happened yet.

Of course I have had sex before.

It took me a long time and a lot of therapy to accept and come to terms with what my bastard of a fiancé and his friends did to me that lead me to becoming a vampire. After that I had a few liaisons with different people throughout the years, but nothing as serious as a full fledged relationship came out of them. Of course none of the encounters that I had could be remotely close to love, which I think has been what is holding me back.

A simple kiss from Amber has given me more fireworks than anything that I have ever done with anyone else. It's a little overwhelming to be honest and very scary for me considering how vulnerable I feel with my past trauma.

Amber has been amazingly patient with me and our slow physical progression. She has done everything in her power to make sure that I feel safe and as I watch Amber trying to get a reign of herself for the millionth time I realized that there isn't a reason to be frightened. Amber has proven that she can be trusted and I shouldn't let my vulnerability hold me back from expressing the love that I hold for my mate any longer.

As I came to realize this truth I suddenly felt the most heavenly peace settle within myself as I let go and finally accepted the reality. The reality that fear was holding me back from my mate, but not anymore.

Now I just have to find a way to make it special.

Amber's POV

After another fantastic meal we make our way into the living room where we both dig into our pieces of lemon cake. Mine being about 3 times the size of Rosalie's.

When I've finished my piece and downed the rest of my glass of milk I decided it was time to let Rose in on my phone call.