CHAPTER THREE
“CHARLIE, GROSS.” SUSAN turned from cutting chicken on the kitchen counter that night. “How many times do I have to tell you not to drink out of the orange juice container?”
He took a few more big gulps and belched. “Ah.”
“Ugh.” She groaned, seasoning the cut up chicken breasts. “Why do I put up with you?”
“Because you love me.” He slipped his burly arms around her from behind, holding her to his dirty jeans and sweat-stained T-shirt.
She giggled as his kisses tickled that spot right behind her ear. “Stop.”
“Stop what?” He moved her hair and continued kissing. “Forget that chicken...” His lips smacked on her neck. “And, give me some attention.”
“With the way you whine about being hungry?”
“I’m hungry but not for food.” He spun her around and laid his fleshy lips on he
