A few uncomfortable seconds tick by, but I'm too stunned to move or speak. If he kisses me, I'll have to push him away and things will be awkward between us.
"I'm not interrupting anything am I?" Andi asks, leaning against the doorway with a smirk on her face.
I breathe a sigh of relief and pull myself away from Mark.
"No, Milo just scared the crap out of us," Mark says.
"You have to come check out what we just found in the kitchen," she says, motioning for us to follow her.
Mark and I share a look, but we follow behind her anyway. I use my hand to steady myself against the wall, not willing to trust these creaking floorboards underneath my feet. The farther back we go into the house, the more deteriorated it becomes. Pieces of the ceiling are hanging down. The wallpaper is peeling
