CHAPTER 26: CRAIG
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Craig glanced at the stairs as he put the bacon on a plate. Liz would be down any minute. She had to smell the food. She had to know he was here. He put some toast in the toaster and poured two cups of coffee. It was Christmas. She wouldn’t kick him out before they ate. At least, he hoped she wouldn’t. She might even welcome him. She could walk into the kitchen, smile and kiss him, her nails scraping gently along his scalp as her fingers tangled in his hair. He took a deep breath, trying to cool his jets. That’d be great but if she came down pissed he didn’t need her seeing him hard and ready to go.
When he heard her footsteps on the stairs, his palms started to sweat. He had no idea what he was going to do if she told him to leave. He didn’t want to leave...
