I breathed a sigh of relief and found a seat in the back of the car, quietly sitting down as to not draw any attention from my fellow passenger.The do...ors clacked shut and the train lurched forward. I distracted myself with mental preparations for my evening at the warehouse, which worked for the first few stops, but my mind eventually began to wander. The car is completely empty, why is she standing? There are seats all around her. I began wishing we would approach her stop so I could be. As if aware of my failing limbs, he slowly withdrew his mouth from my own. Seconds later I finally opened my eyes, they locked instantly onto his. He was still only inches away from my face, but his eyes stared back into mine. Neither of us spoke, and the longer the silence, the longer we knew what the other were thinking. He released his grip from my arms, and I dropped them to my side. He broke slightly away from my now heaving chest, a hand reached up and brushed a strand of hair out of my. I went and did the groceries right away.I returned and delivered the groceries to Dominque's home. She told me to put the groceries in the refrigerator. Again, her tone of voice removed any sense of resistance from me. When I turned around to walk away from the refrigerator, she was walking towards me. She was dressed in her robe and her long black hair was wet from taking a shower. She asked me to sit down on the sofa. I did as she asked. She looked directly into my eyes and her firm look. ‘I love you,’ whispered Ken as he ran his finger across her lips. ‘Ken …,’ said Lea as he started unbuttoning her shirt. ‘Why don’t I look as good as you do in my shirt?’ asked Ken as he popped open the last button and dragged the shirt along her long and slender arms. ‘Because you don’t love this shirt as much as I do,’ whispered Lea as she removed Ken’s T-shirt and hurled it across the room. ‘You can’t have that T-shirt back,’ she said raking her nails across his chest. ‘I am going to run.