That Damn Chair
She hated that chair... until she found a way to love it...
She followed him into the house, as she had several times before. This time felt different, though. He had been different today, too. More assertive, rather unlike himself. She could not yet decide how she felt about that. It was not unpleasant, just... different. She had been teasing him for some time, but he was not as experienced as she was. She did not think he felt confident so had been trying to back off a bit, to l...