Chapter Thirty Eight
CRAIGS POV This wasn't easy. I wanted her in more ways than I could count and Kiara coming into her heat was not helping. I left her to shower and looked around her room making note to commit to memory. I had a photographic memory thanks to the military. It was one of the many things I was taught. I walked over to the desk drawer where Kiara stood earlier. I eyed an old Kodak camera that reminded me of my childhood. Beside it was a gold and black empty picture frame. I placed my hand on the knob of the drawer and gently opened it, revealing the photo album Kiara had been looking at earlier. I smiled thinking I would find baby photos of her. I gently turned the firm pages covered in plastic. I saw photos of a young Kiara and Dustin in diapers. I contained a chuckle as I thought about the
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