The next few days were kind of awkward. Not much much was spoken, we just smiled.
After the 4th day we couldn't take it anymore
We went behind my house, his chest pressed up against mine, my heart skipped a beat, his lips firmly on mine. But it wasn't one of those movie make outs no. I have never made-out with anyone before. I held him close as he continued to kiss me. It was a sensation I had never experienced until now and I didn't want it to end.
10 minutes passed before we broke away. We smiled like idiots for the rest of the day, even if we still had 2 murders to solve. We went inside and I made coffee, we sat at the table and talked about the murders. Glancing at each other when we were looking away. He eventually spoke up. "Have you ever made-out before?"
"No" I smile
"That explains why it was so awkward" he laughs. I smile in return.
