A Killer In My house boyxboy

Chapter 13

I look over at him and gave my answer, "The thing is I don't think it is gross at all. In fact for some reason I am ok with it."

Len looks over, surprised, "You...are?" he breathed out. He seemed surprised at this and I am too from what is coming out of my mouth. I nodded. Len smiled taking off his seat belt. My eyes followed him as he leans his head towards me. With my surprise I felt his soft lips on mine. My eyes went wide, "you can push me away if you don't like this," he whispered in my mouth. He kisses me gently. My heart started pounding. My eyes were closing. Closing by feeling his kiss. Does this mean I accept him kissing me? I guess I...have. Closing my eyes I started kissing him back. Putting my arms around his shoulder. We were like this for a whole 2 minutes before I had to come up for air. I open my eyes, taking my mouth off of his. Breathing my heart out. My arms were around him while I look at him. He stares back at me. Smiling, "I got surprised by you kissing me back?"

"So was I," I breathed out.

He smiled as he hugged me resting his head on my shoulder, "Well I am glad that you did," he whispers.

I hugged him back. Breathing beneath him.

"How did it feel when we kissed?"

"Felt...ok," I answered. My eyes looked at the floor.

Len looks in my eyes, "Is something wrong?" he strokes my face.

"I think it is time for me to tell you why I stopped writing for plays."

Len nodded, "I am all ears," he lets go of my face.

I sigh, "I was married once. We had a child together and my wife was pregnant with our 2nd."

"Where is she now?" he wondered, "did you guys split up? And wow kids I never would have thought."

I shook my head as I put my face in my hand. It was hard to bring this story up. I never told anyone, "No we didn't split. Back then I was still writing plays my 3rd play was opening up it was a big event for me. My world back then was all about writing plays. My wife got annoyed with me spending so much time...writing," I felt a sob coming up which didn't surprise me. Len heard the sob, putting a hand on my shoulder, "I wish that I spend more time with them rather then my work. Maybe they would still be here if...I...did," I felt tears coming out onto my hand.

"Are you...crying?" Len wondered with surprise. I didn't answer him. Len got the hint that I am. He wrapped his arms around my shoulder and held me tightly. I was surprised with this gesture coming from him. I took my hands away from my face his shoulder hid my tears. Feeling sobs coming up. Len kept silent. Stroking my hair gently. I started shaking in his arms. For some reason while I was crying on his shoulder I felt a feeling of secure. I wrapped my arms around his back. Digging my nails into his shirt. I tightly held on to him. "It's ok," he said softly, "if you need to cry then cry." I couldn't hold myself together anymore and let myself cry into his shirt, "I fear that something bad happened to them?" he asked in my ear. I nodded, "you can finish telling me your story another time if you like?"