Days passed, never did he or I mention the friendly/brotherly/whatever gesture you may call it. It was like that 'thing' never happened between us although not everyone was pretending to be oblivious about it.
"Did he do that again?"
"No." I deadpan.
"Did he talk about it?"
"No."
"Did he try to do something... else?"
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"Did he talk any not-so-random-stuff?"
"Oh stop it already, Maria!" I huff and massage my temple.
"I have to make sure that you guys don't do anything stupid!" She nags about it.
"Maria, I would never do that and he also respects that," I tell her for the hundredth time already.
"Says the one who almost done it." She scoffs.
"It wasn't a kiss anyway!" I protest.
"Don't you say that word!" She scolds and I roll my eyes at her, not taking any more of her nagging.
