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Chapter 12

The next morning, Amy was rudely awakened by the sound of her ringtone. She was wrapped up in her blankets with her hair in a high bun and her mouth wide open when the tune of Ella Mai's "Boo'd Up" filled the room.

Amy groaned. She reluctantly rolled over in bed and grabbed her phone. "Hello," she grumbled.

"Hey," her fling's voice replied.

Amy's eyes flew open. "Sonic," she exclaimed. She sat up. "Hey! Did you get my message?"

"Yeah."

"I'm so sorry about yesterday. I didn't mean what I said. I don't want us to stop talking. I'm not even mad about not knowing about your dad. I was just being stupid, and I know I fucked up."

"Amy," he said.

She ignored him. "I completely understand if you don't want to forgive me or if you don't want to talk anymore. I've been an ass almost this entire situationship; I haven't put my faith in you, and that's not fair – not when you've been such an amazing person. But, I can be better. I can trust you and understand when you need to limit information. I guess I don't have a choice. I know there's going to be things you can't tell me because of your title and all, but I'm willing to deal. I promise I won't freak out or leave like that again. I'm sorry if I hurt your feelings or rubbed you the wrong way. I'd honestly get it if you wanted to break things off for good. I'd be sad, but I'd understand. But you should know that I-"

"Amy," he said firmly.

His change of tone stopped Amy in mid-sentence. "Yes," she murmured.

"Be quiet and come open the door."

She raised an eyebrow. "What door?" She glanced at her bedroom door. "Where are you?"

A click hummed in her ears as he hung up.

Amy tossed her phone on her dresser. She exited her bedroom to the hallway. Her bare arms wrapped around herself as the fall chill of the room kissed her shoulders. She prayed he wasn't outside her building; it was too cold for her to go out in a tank top and shorts.

With a sigh, she opened her suite door.

Standing behind the wooden door was her green-eyed boy. He was leaning against the doorway with his hands folded behind his back. His blue hair was damp, and his clothes were wet. Excess water accented his sharp cheekbones, long eyelashes, and defined jaw.

"Why are you wet," Amy asked.

"It's raining outside."

"Why didn't you bring an umbrella?"

"And potentially ruin the dramatic effect of my entrance? No, thank you."

Amy rolled her eyes. "You didn't have to endure the rain to talk to me."

"I know. I wanted to." He grinned. "So, are you going to let me in or are we going to spill our business in the middle of the hallway?"

She moved aside. "Come on, Casanova. You need to get warmed up before you catch a cold. Can I make you some coffee?"

Sonic revealed his hands. In one was a cup holder with two steaming cups, and in the other was a bag with a local coffee shop's logo on it. "I brought breakfast."

"Oh," Amy said. She led Sonic past the living room towards the hall. "I would suggest talking in the living room, but my roommate and our friend are still asleep."

Sonic nodded. Upon entering her room, he placed their breakfast on her desk. He scrutinized the photos and posters taped on her wall. Most of the photos were of her and Rouge; others were old photos of a younger Amy with her dad. The posters ranged from artists such as Big Sean, Jhene Aiko, and Ariana Grande to movies like Million Dollar Baby and Warrior to UFC fighters such as Amanda Nunes and Holly Holm. "I've never been in here," he commented.

Amy flopped down on her bed. "They say a room says a lot about a person. You're part of the spy unit. I know they teach y'all more than how to sneak around."

"So it's intentional that you never brought me up here?"

"I was scared of what my room would tell you," she admitted. She paused. "What does it tell you?"

"Not much I already don't know. You like a variety of artists and genre. Mixed martial arts is your favorite thing in the world. Your best friend is like a sister to you; you do everything together. You miss your dad; all your old photos are in direct line of sight when you glance around. You like the thought that he's still here, watching over you." His eyes lingered on a photo of Amy and Rouge with Gabriel. "You have no pictures of your mom. It seems she's either been cropped out of the photos she was in or you physically cut her out of it. You don't have a relationship with her, and you do your best to avoid ever rekindling the one you had with her – if there was ever one at all."

"Are they teaching y'all to profile in the spy department or something? I feel like I'm on an episode of Criminal Minds."

He smiled. "They teach us how to read others based on a variety of factors, behavior and surroundings being one of them. It's hard to know what questions to ask if you can't make an assumption on the kind of person you're interrogating." He took a seat beside Amy. "So," he said. "What happened yesterday?"

Amy averted her eyes. "Nothing. I was just being stupid."

He grabbed her chin and tugged her head up. "Talk to me. What was going on?"

She sighed. She grabbed his larger hand in his. "Everything was just going too well, I guess. You were being so sweet to me, and we were getting really close, and I was afraid we were going to crash and burn. When I found a way to end it before things got ugly, before I got hurt, I went along with it. I jumped ship like I always do because I'm scared. From what little I know about love, it's that sometimes when you give someone too much, you give them power over you – the power to break you. I'm not saying you would ever hurt me, but me just…"

"I understand," Sonic replied. He squeezed her hands. "But you know I'd never hurt you." He cradled her head in his hand. "I care about you too much."

She moved his hand away from her cheek. Her eyes went to her lap. "Is that why you're here? Because you care about me?"

"Yeah. Did you really think I was going to let you get away from me that easily?"

Amy shrugged. "None of the other boys ever chased after me."

He tugged her head back up. "I'm not like the other boys."

"I know," Amy murmured. "Honestly, I think that's what scares me; you're too fucking perfect."

He smiled. "You don't have to be afraid. Trust me when I say I'm far from perfect."

"Sure. Whatever." She sighed. The butterflies in her tummy tickled her ribs. "I need to tell you something."

"Okay."

Her mouth opened and closed. Tears threatened to brim her eyes as words she'd never thought she'd say formed in her head. Her eyes darted back and forth from his ocean blue eyes to their intertwined hands as she spoke. "I think…I am…" Another sigh escaped her lips. "I'm in love with you, Sonic."

His grin widened. He pecked a soft kiss at her lips. "I'm in love with you too, Amy."

She scoffed. "You don't have to say that just because I did."

"I'm not." He dug into the pocket of his sweatpants.

Amy raised an eyebrow at the black velvet box in his hands. "Sonic," she started.

"I love you, Lay, and I want you to know that." He popped the box open to reveal a small ring with a ruby red stone and gold band. He chuckled at her wide-eyed expression. "Don't worry; it's just a gift." He took her small hand in his. The cold metal slid across her finger until it rested against her knuckle. "All you need to do is say you'll be mine – only mine."

"What? Like your girlfriend?"

"Not like my girlfriend – my girlfriend. I want to make things official between us."

"Holy shit," Amy whispered. She held her hand up to her face.

He rubbed his thumbs over her hips. "So, what do you say? Will you be my girlfriend?"

Amy dropped her hand. "Of course I will." She took off the ring. "But I don't need this. Take it back; it looks like it cost a fortune."

"No." He slid it back on her finger. "It's yours now."

The ruby glittered against her brown skin. "Thank you."

He kissed her. "You're welcome,"

Her gaze drifted to his damp clothes. "You're going to catch a cold," she said. She tugged off his hoodie and his tee shirt.

He kicked off his sneakers, socks and sweat pants.

Amy hung his wet clothes on a hanger that was swinging in front of her closet.

Sonic lounged on her bed. He waited patiently for her to return.

With a tired sigh, she lay down beside him. She lay her head on his chest as she threw the covers over them. "Your skin is cold," she commented.

"I'm sorry." He grinned. He turned onto his side and propped himself up on his elbow. "Maybe you can warm me up." He dipped his head down to her neck. Soft kisses blossomed across her skin.

A smile tugged at Amy's lips. She pushed his head up and crushed her lips against his. Heat swarmed across her body as he got on top of her.

As he made love to her, Amy tried to be as quiet as she could. She didn't want Rosy and Scourge to hear her. But, Sonic was making it extremely hard. Between his hands, his tongue, and his member giving her undeniable pleasure, she couldn't help but to moan and whine. He noticed her reluctance to express her bliss and decided to tease her. Unlike the first time, he took his time with her. His hands and lips lingered on her hotspots. His thrusts were slow and deep. His own moans were directed right into her ears. As a consequence, he received plenty of scratches on his back and shoulders. He didn't mind the red marks or the slight pain they gave him. Rather, he cared about the sweet songs escaping his girlfriend's lips and the cold metal of her ring against his skin.

They fell asleep after they were through. Amy lay wrapped up in Sonic's arms as the rain continued to patter against her window.

Around one o' clock, the couple was awakened by a knock at Amy's bedroom door. The brown-skinned girl reluctantly left the warmth of her boyfriend's arms. She threw on her previously discarded tank top and shorts before she opened the door.

Rosy was standing there in Scourge's tee shirt from the night before. The fabric swallowed up her curvy figure down to her mid-thigh. Her curls were pulled up into a high bun, and her plump lips were pressed in a tired pout. Amy raised an eyebrow at the passion marks on her friend's neck.

"Someone had a fun night," she commented.

"Someone had a fun morning," she shot back. She peeked around Amy to look at the blonde boy in her bed. "Hi blue eyes and biceps," she yelled.

Sonic chuckled. "Hi," he replied.

Blush covered Amy's cheeks. She rubbed her neck. "Are they that noticeable?"

"No. You're just not good at being quiet."

"Sorry."

"Don't apologize. It's not like Scourge and I were quiet last night."

"Yeah, I don't know how I actually fell asleep between the bed racking and the "ooo Papi" every few minutes."

Rosy rolled her eyes. "You were the one who told me to give him a chance. These are the consequences."

Amy smiled. She stepped forward and closed her door. "Was it good?"

Rosy shrugged. "Best sex I ever had."

"Then why aren't you happy?"

"Because feelings are hard."

Amy nudged her. "You'll be alright."

"I know. It's not like I can get rid of him now." She crossed her arms. "Back to why I woke you up: Scourge's going to grab some lunch. Do you guys want anything?"

"Nah, we're good. Sonic brought over some food earlier."

"Okay." Rosy's eyes caught sight of the ruby on her friend's hand. "Did he propose?"

"No, no, no, no. It was just a gift. We're official now."

Rosy raised an eyebrow. "Mhmm. Next thing you know, his mom will be putting you in a wedding dress and you'll be held captive in the White House."

Amy shoved her friend. "Shut up."

Rosy smiled. "I'm just saying," she sung.

Amy opened her door. She inched back into her room. "Goodbye Rosy," she said.

She blew a kiss at her. "I love you too."

Amy giggled as she shut her door. She skipped back into bed with Sonic. Her boyfriend was pleased when she hopped directly on his lap. His arms wrapped around her, and he brought her back down into complete bliss.

The couple didn't fall asleep this time after their intimate acts. Instead, they munched on their food and watched reruns of Criminal Minds on Netflix. Then, they hopped in the shower. Somehow, in the midst of their tangled legs and lips, they managed to wipe their lusty deeds off their bodies.

Amy changed into a pair of yoga pant and a tee shirt, Sonic put his old clothes back on. Thankfully, by this point, they were dry.

"So, what do you want to do today," Sonic asked. He glanced at the glowing three on Amy's clock. "I doubt you want to stay in here all day."

Amy shrugged. "It's raining, so there's nothing really to do."

"We could go to the mall if you want. Look around a little. I've been on the search for a particular Funk O Pop for a while."

A smile tugged at Amy's lips. "You collect Funk O Pops?"

"Don't laugh at me. I think they're cool."

"I didn't see any in your room."

"All of mine are safe at home where they belong."

"You're a nerd."

He grabbed his girlfriend and brought her against him. "Yes, but you love me."

Amy giggled. Her arms looped around his neck. "I do." She stood on her toes to peck a kiss at his lips. She intertwined his hand with hers and tugged him out the room.

"Why don't you ask your friends if they want to come," Sonic suggested as they entered the living room.

"Okay." Amy briefly left Sonic's side. She wandered back down the hall to Rosy's room. Scourge was the one who gave her permission to come in. Amy slowly creaked the door open. "Are you two decent," she asked.

"Unfortunately," Scourge replied. He and Rosy were laying on her bed. He lay on his back, and she lay on top of him. Her head rested on his stomach, and her arms were wrapped around his torso. The small television in her room depicted a couple in old-time wear in a car.

"What are you two watching," Amy asked.

"A mini-series about Bonnie and Clyde," Rosy replied.

"Lovely. Do you guys wanna go to the mall with me and Sonic?"

Rosy looked up at Scourge. He shrugged his shoulders.

"Nah." Rosy said. "You two go ahead. We're fine here."

"Okay. Enjoy your bank robbers."

"We will."

Amy shut the door. She walked back to Sonic's side. "They didn't wanna go," she explained. "They're curled up watching a movie, so I don't blame them."

"Understandable."

Amy grabbed an umbrella on their way out.

The couple huddled together as they padded their way through puddles on the way to Sonic's jeep. Neither of them spoke until they were nestled inside the warm seats.

Amy relaxed as Sonic drove down the seemingly never-ending road. She closed her eyes and listened to the gentle tapping of the rain and the soft R&B beats humming from the radio. Her shoulders drooped. Her jaw unclenched. Her head began to bob towards the window.

Sonic glanced over at his half-conscious girlfriend. He smiled at her sleepy figure. "We don't have to go to the mall," he said. "It's not too late to turn around."

"But I wanted to go," she mumbled.

"We can go another time." He pulled onto a side street to make a U-turn. "Today, we can relax."

Amy grumbled a response. She leaned her head against the window and fell asleep.

When they got back to campus, Sonic carried her to his dorm and into his room. He watched television with Amy lying beside him. Her arms were wrapped around his torso, and her head lay on his chest.

Sonic frequently fell in and out of sleep himself. The last time he woke up, he noticed the absence of Amy's weight on his chest. His eyes flew open. He glanced erratically around the room. To his relief, Amy was standing next to his desk. One of his Funk O Pops were in her hand.

She glanced at him. "Why was the Red Power Ranger the only one you brought to college?"

Sonic smiled. "Because he's my favorite."

"You're a nerd."

"Come here."

Amy set the figurine down and went back to the bed. She lay down on top of Sonic.

His fingers gently ran up and down her spine. "Visitation Weekend is next weekend," he commented. "Is your family coming down?"

"I think so. My godfather and my best friend said they would. I don't know about my mom. Is your family?"

"No. They're all too busy at the moment."

"Hm."

"Can I meet your family next weekend? Would that be okay?"

"If you want to risk my Uncle Gabriel strangling you, then you can."

He chuckled. "For you, I will."

Amy blushed. "I'm assuming this means you want me to meet your family too."

"I do."

"What if they don't like me?"

"They will." He kissed her head. "Stop worrying and relax." His arms tightened around her. "Everything will be fine."

Amy nuzzled her cheek against his chest. She took his advice and let the tension from her body fall out from under her. Sonic's heartbeat lulled her back into a light sleep.

I'm sorry this chapter was so short and mundane; this week has been really busy. On Monday, I'll officially be a senior in college and a student teacher. Yikes. This school year is going to be extremely busy, so I will update when I can.

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