11 parts Complete You lick your lips that have suddenly gone dry. Sherlock watches you intently. That's it, you think, he's won. Let him eat all the damn butter he wants- it's over!
"You win, Sherlock."
You turn to head to the refrigerator, but he grabs your arm and pulls you into his body so quickly that your chest slams against his. His warm mouth covers yours in the deepest, most delectable kiss you've ever had.
Oh gosh -where did he learn to kiss like that? And he even tastes like red current jam!