In Her Place Novels & Stories

“As long as you don’t force me to watch something sad, I’m in.” With a smile, she pushed the door open. “I need to change,” she called over her shoulder before disappearing into the closet. Her fragrance surrounded me as soon as I entered her room. Sitting on the bed, I waited on pins and needles while she changed, bubbling with excitement. When she came back, I pretended to sift through the different channels. She joined me on the bed without a word, and I settled on a comedy, ready to change if she didn’t like it. The sound of her laughter was like music, and I relaxed further. A hard lump formed in my throat.