6. Texting
Tapping the tip of his index finger repeatedly on the steering wheel, Craig thought about what he wanted to do after his hectic day at work. The conversation with his father had mentally worn him out. Before exiting the parking lot, he decided to make a call.
“ Hannah, are you home?”
“ For you, yes. I was about to take a shower. Want to keep me company?”
“ I’ll be there in thirty minutes, tops.”
With that said, he pressed the accelerator, trying his best to make it in less time. The engine’s sound was humming in the background while listening to the afternoon news in low volume. He was already anticipating the next hour. Hannah would unknot his tense body, letting the water do the rest. s*x was the solution to everything.
Hannah was waiting for him. Dressed in a fluffy
