she's a work in progress.
Eric’s heart skipped a beat as the keys jingle in the lock, and he tried to quell the pang of excitement he felt whenever Laini came to visit. His friends said that after the first couple visits, he’d regret giving her a key to his apartment, but Eric felt like that wasn’t the case for himself. He didn’t regret it... per se but he did find that now, five months after granting Laini unlimited access to his home, the sound of keys rattling still sent him into a tizzy.
“She will be missed.” “Thank you,” I whispered. My Great Aunt Stacy still clutched my hand. Shaking it as if she could ring the tears from my eyes. I hoped she hadn’t noticed how clammy my hand was. I wished I swiped it on my dress first, but she snatched it up, before I could prepare to be touched.