With shaking hands, I picked up another picture. It was a shot of me and Harry kissing again. This time it wasn't in public, it was inside. It was a picture of that time Harry kissed me in the kitchen at that party Carla took me to. I quickly flipped the third picture over and this time it was a shot of the day I walked out of Harry's family café angrily, where he had chased after me to my car to apologize for his rude behaviour. Looking at the picture, Harry and I were both staring at each other. It almost looked like we were about to kiss again.
I looked up at my dad who was calmly watching me and my reaction.
"I guess you've got a good explanation for that." albeit his tone was calm, I knew he was angry. My heart pounded in my chest. How do I explain kissing some other lad whilst bein
