Craig arrived home after a particularly stressful day. His job wasn’t the most exciting, though it did pay well. He didn’t stand out at the office and, more often than not, chose to keep his head down. An early riser, he was the sort to get his work done early and beat the traffic on his evening commute. Getting home to spend time with his wife, Alison, and maybe have a beer or two while he watched television was what Craig considered an evening well spent.
Today was no different in that regard. Alison was in the kitchen preparing dinner and he greeted her as he usually did; hands on her hips, he kissed her shoulder and said, “Good afternoon.”
She let him kiss her but pulled away as he used his hands to draw her hips back into him. “Stop,” she said, though she maintained a playful demeanour which gave the impression that he should push further.
“Come on,” Craig laughed as he gently pressed her body against the edge of the counter. “Dinner can wait.”
“Uh, dinner can’t wait,” Alison replied. “I already have chicken in the oven.”