Eric Lets Go

Chapter 35

**SOPHIA'S POV**

"Come on," Eric grabs my hand in his and the beer in his other. He leads me out the door and up to the roof to meet Sam.

"Thank you for doing this," I say leaning my head against his arm as we walk.

"Anything for you," he kisses the top of my head.

We break through the door to the roof and I immediately laugh because Sam has already broken into a bottle of beer.

"Hey Sam," I hug him from behind and he kisses my cheek and squeezes my arms.

Even though I wasn't touching him, I could feel Eric tense. Luckily that was the only time that night where there was tension in the air.

When I let go, Sam fully turns around to shake Eric's hand.

"What up," they say and give a man hug to each other. I laugh at their manliness.

"I see you've already broken into the beer," I point out.

He laughs, "Yeah."

We talked the whole night away, the guys loosening up the more they drank and the longer the night went on. I was happy that the two of them were getting along now but more specifically I'm glad Eric let go of his hate towards Sam and trusted me and my relationship with Sam.

It was probably around 11:00 when I started getting drowsy. The guys went off talking about their favorite beers as I started to drift to sleep.

"Sophia," I heard a husky voice whisper into my ear. I hummed in response and leaned closer to the lips who spoke, loving the sound of how my name rolled off their tongue. "Come on, time to go."

A pair of strong arms lifted me and I hugged closer.

As the man carried me, I started to become more aware. My eyes flickered open and my lips curved up when I saw Eric. For some reason he looked so handsome in the dark. His features standing out more than ever and his hair slightly messy. His eyebrows furrowed as he carefully watched where he was going. His grey eyes shone brightly in the near pitch black hallway.

"Man, I freaking love you. So damn much," I mumble, slapping my hand against his cheek tiredly.

He looks down at me startled. Once he realizes what I said he smiled sheepishly.

"What makes you say that all of a sudden?" He asks with a smile.

"My heart," I reply simply.

His smile grows into a big toothy grin. "Well I love you more." We stop in front of a door and he sets me down so that he can get his keys out.

I shake my head and lean my tired body against him. "That's not even possible."

The door opens and he places his hand against my lower back to guide me through.

"It most certainly is," he guides me into his bedroom.

"Nope," I pop the 'p'.

"If that's what you think, then I'll just have to spend the rest of my life trying to change your mind," he shrugs.

My eyes search his face and I know he's being serious but I can't help but know that's what I want.

I stay silent, not sure of what else to say. He slowly lifts up my shirt, keeping our eyes locked together. Only the sounds of our breathing can be heard. Eric slowly pulls the shirt over my head and drops it to the side.

Next, he unbuttons my jean shorts and slides them down incredibly slow, still keeping his eyes locked on mine.

Once he's got one knee on the ground and has my shorts at my ankles, he picks up my legs one at a time slips the shorts off and out of the way.