Cole felt like he had just embarrassed himself in the supermarket.
It was the kind of embarrassment that would make him reluctant to mention it for days.
So, when Milo pulled back his hand, which was still sticky with slime, Cole’s expression turned cold instantly and his relaxed, joking tone from when he first walked in disappeared.
‘Where were you on the nights of the 3^(rd), 18^(th) and 19^(th)?’
Milo leaned against the counter, finally snapping out of the awkward yet pleasurable state he’d been in moments ago. He blinked, pointed at his head and put on an innocent expression.
'Sorry, I don’t have the best memory,' he said. “I don’t remember.”
Cole stared at him for two seconds, then suddenly smiled.
It was a smile devoid of any friendliness.
'Very well,' he said. ‘Then we’d lik
