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John confirmed.
    “I will assist you in the kitchen if you don’t mind.” Karla added.
    “No problem with me. Just lead the way.”
    They prepared the luncheon in the little box of what was supposed to be an ample spaced kitchen. Or maybe it was a figment of their imagination that the walls had closed in, which afforded them little space to maneuver without their skin touching, thereby sending impulsive sensation to the feeble organs in their chests and emotive sexually objective yin-yangs between their legs.
    “I know you like me.” John uttered as he chopped the carrots. He braced for a favorable response.
    “We are cousins , remember?” She asked without looking in his direction.
    “It doesn’t feel that way to me.” John alerted.
    “Yes! But the fact still remains.” She stretched by him to pick up the table cloth.
    That was the closest he had gotten to her , and he had to summon the gods from Mars to bestow onto him manly composure. If it was only up to the goddesses from Venus he would drop his sword and fling his armor aside in plight to surrender to her mighty weapon of beauty enchanted by the sweet devilish seductive aroma that lingered around every inch of her temple.
“Look into my eyes and tell me you do not know of this pain that I am feeling!” He commanded.
    Her fingers came to a sudden pause, but her eyes remained steady on the knife and the diced onions. She didn’t look and she gave no answer. The silence perpetuated and intensified the atmosphere.
    John gently touched the neck of her temple and a sudden pant of breath gasped through her lips. He slowly slid the back of his pointer finger down to her shoulder. Being cognizant of the tremors that were erupting inside of her, he audaciously continued down her arm to the carpal of her index finger, and then laid his hand on top of her hand. At that instance the walls had confined the two to just the spaces between them. No longer could the intensity hold. The cup runneth over and she subdued as he turned her face to greet his warm kiss, delivered by his God given strawberry flavored lips.
    A decade had already passed and it didn’t seem eternity was time enough to part their lips. The simple physics of when steel meets magnet was a tenth of a billionth of the isolated phenomenon that was being orchestrated within those four walls. There was not a single or collective external force in the universe that could have overcome the inertia of what they just created. The affection steamed from within their hearts and one could only quench it from the deepening roots.
    They finally braced apart, still in arms. They searc hed each other’s eyes as they fought to come to terms with what in heaven just took place. They eased out of arms and held hands as realization crept in.
    “Hello.” John uttered with a pleasant smile.
    “Your lips are so soft.” She touched his bottom lip.
    He reached for air and managed, “Yours are to die for.”
    She blushed at his charm which followed a deep sigh carrying a slight bitter disapproval. As much as she wanted to relive eternity, she couldn’t, at least not in this time or dimension.
    “You have to go!” Karla demanded.
    “But, but…why? I don’t understand.”
    “L isten to me, you have to go, but call me.” She scribbled her number on a piece of paper and hurried him out, “Call me, but you have to leave now!”
    He hurriedly went to the exit door of the living room, and as he turned the knob of the door he felt it pushed open. To his surprise, it was Andrew making his way in. His heart drummed. He swallowed whatever saliva he had in his throat and tried to maintain his composure as adrenaline made a bid to alert the rest of his body for flight more so than fight. However to his fortune, Andrew had not a clue of what had occurred.
    “Where are you going John? I know you’re not done preparing the meal as yet.”
    “I know, I got a phone call and I have to leave right now.” John lied, “Sorry