Lauren’s day started innocently enough, as innocent as it could be when you have two people that loved making your day was at home.
She walked into the sitting room, arms full of snacks, only to find her chair mysteriously missing. She froze mid-step, scanning the room, her annoyance bubbling.
Yes, it was her comfy beautiful chair. Black as her heart. It was her favorite spot and the only way she had been enduring the two troublemakers.
“Looking for something?” Larry’s voice drifted from behind her, casual and smug.
Lauren turned, her glare locking onto him. He leaned against the doorframe, that infuriating grin plastered on his face like it belonged there.
“Where’s my chair, Larry?” she demanded, placing her books on the desk with a sharp thud.
He shrugged, the picture of nonchalanc
