“And?” I said when he didn’t continue.
“I…Hell.”
I got the picture by then. My very macho, but suddenly very shy detective wanted us to go to bed—together. This time I initiated the kiss. He responded the way I knew he would, both physically and emotionally. By the time we got upstairs we were half-naked. It didn’t take long to finish undressing. It took much longer to show each other how much we cared on a veryintimate level. How we did it…? Well, as I told Frank on that awful night when I almost died, it’s none off your damned business. Needless to say, by the time we finished we were both thoroughly sated and totally ready to do it again as often as possible.
Three weeks later, I decided it was time to take the next step. Don’t get me wrong, I liked the way things were, but they could be better.