And just like that, he had me turned on. Craig had come in, guns blazing and starting drama, but at the end of the day, he was hard and that was all I could look at. The whole way home, he was checking me out on top and I was checking him out on the bottom in his shorts. It was not hard to see that he was about as turned on as I was. That was something that I always liked about Craig.

He didn't say much, and I didn't bring anything else up because I didn't know what to say either. It was hard to pretend like nothing was going on. Again, I heard my lawyers’ words, telling me that I couldn't sleep with him. It was as if he knew that it would affect me like this, and I wouldn't be able to help myself.

We got back to his house and he asked me if I wanted to go out for dinner with him. I told him that I really didn't have one, because I knew that I had a lot on my mind. It was bad enough that I was here with Craig against my will, but it was even worse because I was so turned on. I didn't want to go in public, afraid that people would know how I was feeling.

“You can go out if you want. I will just make some eggs or something in the kitchen. I don't want to keep you from anything, even though...”

I didn't want to even go with that line of thinking because it wasn't going to do me any good. I was just going to work myself up for nothing. I was here, and the best thing that I could do, was make the best out of the situation..

“No, I would like to stay here with you. I don't think it be a good idea for me to go out right now anyways. It would be rather awkward.”

The first thing I thought about was the hard dick in his pants, but I wished that I didn’t know what he was talking about. I was just sure of it. The last thing I wanted to do was think about his hard length, but of course my brain surged towards the area right below his belt. It was hard to think about anything else at the moment. I hated to imagine it, but the way things were going, it was getting hot in here and I was getting weak.

“Do you want to make an omelet or something?”

“I have a maid that does that. Lisbeth can cook anything that you want.”

I didn't want to get her in the mix because it was very clear to me that there were still some bad feelings between us. Not to mention, I didn't want her ruining the mood that was between us right now. Just the mention of her, started to make me want to pull back.

“No, just me and you.”

“Why would I want to cook, when I have somebody that can do it for me?”

He did of course have a point, but at the same time there was something to be said about doing things ourselves. When I tried to explain that line of thought, he made it clear that he didn't understand what I was talking about. The last thing he wanted to do was make something.

“Just try it with me Craig. It's not going to hurt you.”

Craig was so stuck inside of his box, that the idea of cooking instead of his maid was throwing him into internal conflict. To me, it was a hoot. I couldn't understand how everything could be so different between us now. He was still fun and the guy that I wanted to spend my time with.

After making it a little bit of a challenge, he was ready to go and even put an apron on for good measure. That had me laughing and he started laughing as well. The next thing I know, I was in his arms and we were touching each other in ways that we hadn’t since I had been here the first time. It was a moment of freedom, where we didn't have to remember everything that happened before. I wish I could have stayed in that moment forever, but it was just as fleeting as everything else.

It took my mind away from everything for a time. We laughed and joked around, managing to cook something together. It was clear to me that Craig was never in the kitchen, but he learned quickly. It felt strange to be so intently observed, but I enjoyed the attention. He always made me feel like I was the only woman in the world.

“I didn't know you could cook.”

“I have told you before that I could. I think you said something about having a maid and not being worried about it.”

“Yeah, that sounds like something that I would say.”

“But that was a long time ago. A lot of things have changed since then.”

“But some things haven't changed Jeanine, no matter how much you want them to. You can fight the feeling between us all you want, but we both know that it's there. We both know that we were brought together for a reason.”

Somehow, he had backed me into a corner in the kitchen and now he had a hand on either side of me. I couldn’t move freely without touching him, and I had to crane my neck upwards to look at him.

“You just don't seem to understand. I am still in love with you today. I've never been in love with somebody like this in my life. We should be together Jeanine and we both know it.”

He had no other reason but that, but if I was truthful to myself, I couldn’t think of a better reason. The way that he was looking at me, the space that was a between us, it was all just too much. He knew exactly what he was doing and when he leaned in for a kiss, I didn't even try to stop that. I knew then that I didn’t want to stop this.