Fuck: You Owe Me: 24
He went through the patio doors after her, hopping as he tugged his jeans back on. "Laura, wait."
But Laura didn't wait. He watched her dark hair sway hypnotically behind her, the cute wiggle of her hips in her wet underwear. It all seemed painfully ironic now.
She slammed the bathroom door shut behind her. As he got to the knob, he heard and felt it lock and a spark of static shot into his hand. He recoiled slightly, rubbing his hand, then knocked on the door.
"Laura," he said again. "Please open the door."
Empty silence emanated. All he heard was the quiet hum of the air conditioning and the occasional passing car on the street.
"Laura?"
Still nothing.
"C'mon, Laura, this is crazy. You lock yourself in the bathroom?"
Not a sound. After a moment, he heard the shower turn on.
"Laura!" He went to pound against the door but stopped himself. He stood there, glaring at the carpet. Light tendrils of steam began to curl up from under the door. And as he watched, his frustration gave way to the simple fact of it all.
He had fucked up.
He found her staring at a painting.
A farm house, the final seconds of a sunset, a few trees here and there, and a farmer on a backhoe, reigning the horses. The sky was a deep purple with soft clouds gathering over a darkening horizon.
The foyer lights were off, and in the soft light glowing from the kitchen, she looked like she could have been a part of that painting, standing on that farm house's front porch.
He walked up to her, putting his arms around her and breathing her in deeply. Cherries and Jasmine. She turned in his embrace and, silhouetted by the light on the painting, they kissed.
Danntettheter, "sile saniraîter a hearth Airrurdiri'tion", men it'crazy' truthinktlant Someone will find out. Eventually." She turned her head to the side. "Then it'll get weird."
Chris knew she was right. There was no way they could keep this secret forever. Or for long. In a matter of days they had gone from stepsiblings to lovers. Real or infatuation, it was intense, and it felt like there was no way to return from it.
Still, he wanted to avoid facing these facts. It's hard acknowledging that life has turned a corner. Chris preferred straight lines.
face up to
his eyes and smiled.
don't know. But if it is, then I love
her hand drift lower on his back, pressing him into her.
him with such little effort. It had been a long time since
should get back," he said instead. "I'm not sure it takes this long to pop
you told them? You just peed
away from him so hard her socks lost traction on the hardwood floor, and
alone time." Then she tilted her head back to look up at him and ran her hand over his neck. "And so could we,
face to hers. Her arms curled
and Laura talking in the foyer. Locking the door, he looked around the bathroom. Laura had been right when she said
into the kitchen which was next door to the bathroom. They started coughing; it was
of that." Becky's voice drifted through
She must have been standing closer to the wall because Chris could hear her better. "I know, but have you seen that painting?" Chris heard the pantry door opening and closing. "You ever
"You
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am I supposed to remember
mother in her wedding
ever talking about her mother. All he knew was that she had died when
and he leaned closer to the wall. Then he heard Becky, quietly. "That's your
was
He could hear the pride in her voice, the glowing smile on her
feel the air of the kitchen grow heavy and
wear the photographer thing really
"And I know it."
girls laughed and Chris smiled now, leaning back from the wall. Deciding he'd spent enough time hiding in the bathroom, he flushed the toilet and turned on the faucet. He counted the appropriate length of time for the girls to think he was washing
her red hair seeming to glow even in the dark of house. Laura was at the microwave with a fresh bag of popcorn in one hand and a burned,
Becky said. "Maybe now we can get
"I smell burned popcorn." He struck a superhero pose. "I am here." "Talk to Laura," Becky said with
I got distracted." Becky's yawn prevented her from seeing Laura
Chris hid his smile.
thought for a minute. "Actually, the pot needs to be smoked,
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