Page 11 of Take Care, Taylor

“Craig?” I asked. “Is that you?”

“Who else would it be, babe?”

He stepped from behind the couch, and my jaw dropped to the floor. Buck naked—with the exception of a bright red “Congratulations” tie—he pointed to his half-hardened cock and smiled at me.

“Want to get him completely ready for a ride?”

“How did you get in here without a key?”

“That’s not the topic of conversation, babe,” he said. “Focus on what’s in front of you.”

I mentally calculated how many drinks I’d had tonight, and none of them amounted to a potential hallucination with my ex-boyfriend swinging his half-erect cock in my apartment.

“Um…” I cleared my throat. “I could’ve sworn we broke up three weeks ago.”

“Yeah, but we always get back together, so I figured we’d make up with sex this time.” He grinned. “I think that’s all we’ve been missing anyway.”

“Youcheated on me.”

“That was in the past.”

“I literally caught you three weeks ago, hence the breakup…”

“That’s still in the past, is it not?” he asked. “Surely, Miss Super Writer doesn’t need a lesson on past versus present tense from me.”

I rolled my eyes.

“I accepted all your flaws when we were dating.” He stepped closer. “You should accept mine, too.”

“Cheating isn’t a basic flaw, Craig. It’s a fucking fatal one.”

“Then let’s revive it before I start med school,” he said. “I won’t have much time for talking on the phone or going on dates,so…” He smiled wider. “So, stop acting stubborn, hop on this dick, and let’s get back together.”

I shook my head. There wasn’t enough alcohol in the world to make me make this level of a mistake.

Scanning the room, I looked for where he’d dropped his clothes and saw them draped on my couch. I walked over and picked them up before tossing them at him.

“I would like for you to leave, Craig.” I kept my voice firm. “Now.”

“That’s what your mouth is saying,” he said. “But what about your body?”

My front door suddenly swung open, and Cecelia stepped inside, her arms loaded with letters and packages.

“Hey, I went ahead and—” Her jaw dropped as she saw Craig. “Uhhh... I’ll just come back tomorrow.”

“Good idea.”

“No, stay.” Craig and I spoke at the same time.

Cecelia blinked between us.

“I was giving Audrey her graduation present,” Craig said, not making a move to put on his clothes. “You can drop those inferior ones at the door and leave. Thank you.”

“Craig was just leaving,” I said, refusing to make this any more awkward. “And if it’s not within the next thirty seconds, I’m calling the cops.”

“Really, Audrey?” He scoffed. “You seriously would do that?”

“Twenty-nine… Twenty-eight…”