20
Stephen rolled over in bed with a groan. Maybe the weekend should start early. He still smelled like a campfire and the sock he’d worn with his boot was now in the garbage. He hadn’t said anything because he hadn’t wanted Zoe to worry about him, or worse, insist on returning early, but it was covered in all sorts of things whose only purpose was to cause pain. He had ended up just cutting it off to avoid further damage.
Then his thoughts flitted to their kiss. Or their barrage of kisses. A smile broke out across his face and energy surged through him. If he got up and went to work, he’d be able to see Zoe. That alone was enough to get him out of bed.
After a long shower, Stephen checked his phone and saw that he had missed a call from her. His heart danced in his chest at the sight o
