Tom led Lauren into his house. "Let's skip the tour and head right to the main attraction: the bedroom," Tom said walking. They entered the bedroom and he collapsed onto it. Lauren followed his lead and did the same thing. He pulled off his hat and tossed it at Lauren. "I don't want your nasty hat," she told him, throwing it back at him. "Whatever," he said hanging it on the corner of his headboard. He then proceeded to pull off his sneakers so that he could later pull off his pants. He pulled off his pants next. "I thought you were cold," Lauren said. "Well, you can't wear jeans at night," he told her. She nodded, "True." "Nice boxers." "Thanks," he responded. "See, it's cold now." "Well, I might could help with that," she told him smiling. He laughed, "Oh, really?" She pulled herself on top of him and nodded, "Yes, really." He rubbed his hands up her sides, pulling her shirt up as he went. He leaned up towards her and brushed his lips against hers. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. Tom leaned his head back in frustration. "One second," he called out to the person on the other side of the door. He pulled on his jeans quickly. "Sorry," he mouthed to Lauren. He opened the door to find Evan on the other side. "Hey, Evan. What was so important that you just had to come over unexpectedly at night?" Tom asked. Evan glanced at Lauren, "Oh, sorry." "Too late now. Anyway, what is it?" Evan handed him a shirt, "They came in." Tom looked at the shirt in his hands, "I like it. Even though, I'm not sure how urgent this was." "Look, I'm going," Evan said turning around and walking away. "Good luck!" he yelled back at Tom. Tom buried his head in his hands and started laughing. "Good luck, huh? Is he used to saying that?" Lauren asked. Tom shook his head, "No, he's not. He's just a dick like that." Tom plopped back onto the bed again, "How about that tour?" Lauren smiled, "Sounds good to me."

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