MikeOnce I heard the shower running, I sat on the bed in Lauri’s room. Being there, in her bedroom, didn’t bring about the claustrophobic grip that always came when I went home with some girl. Something about being their place messed with my head. Pictures of themselves scattered throughout the place would try to convince me they were more than just the girl I was going f**k for the night. But here in Lauri’s room, the pictures she had on her bookshelf over her dresser of her and her mom didn’t behave in the same aggressive manner.
It had a homelike feel to it. A thunk came from the bathroom, followed by a soft laugh. “Just dropped my shampoo, don’t come charging in!” Smartass. I turned my attention back to finding her some pajamas.
Finding her in that gangway with a knife pressed up aga
