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Both just stared at each other for a minute, undecided about which one should go first, unsure of what to say. But both eyes could not look away.

“I think you should drink your milk,” Evan suggested, but he wanted to bump his head on the counter for such a lame line. He knew he could have come up with something better, but his mind went blank as he stared into her eyes.

“Maybe later.” She responded with a smile, still holding on to the glass. “What do you want to talk about?” She finally dared to ask, deciding to lower her eyes to the glass, watching the moisture of the glass drip to the wooden surface.

He could already guess she might want to talk about it, but she did not want to open the topic. He could sense her hesitation as her fingers played with the water that pooled on the table.

“Earlier, something happened. It might have started as an accident, but I believed it meant more.” Evan stated what he believed she was afraid to voice out.

He observed her face as it changed. The flicker of recognition in her eyes told him she remembered it too. But not just the accidental kiss but what happened after that.

.....

He still recalled it clearly, in the lobby of the building. He was returning to the apartment when he greeted the doorman. Then he heard a scream. It happened quickly, but his instinct told him to catch her as she fell exactly in his direction.

He did not witness the entire event, but he recalled her landing on his arms, but the impact was so strong that it took him down too. They ended up sprawling on the floor with her on top.

“I am sorry.” She said as she scrambled to stand up from their position on the pavement. “I did not mean to land on you, but I tripped and lost my control.” She tried to explain to him.

He also followed her, straightening up as he found his footing back. “Don’t worry about it,” Evan responded, just glad that no one was hurt. “Are you on your way back to the apartment?”

When she said yes, he suggested that they should go together in the elevator since he was already on his way back too. Things seemed to be ok as they talked about the weather.

Then, the man carrying a large package in the elevator accidentally bumped her with the box he was carrying as he went down to the lower floor. What happened next was history.

As she lost her balance and once again landed in his arms. Then, unexpectedly her face looked up to him, and his lips touched hers. Then, sparks flew in his brain as his lips moved to kiss her.

Unexpectedly, she responded with equal enthusiasm to his advances, as both seemed thirsty and needed replenishment. Unable to control the kiss, his tongue began exploring her mouth.

They only stopped when the bell dinged, signaling their floor. And he almost missed it if not for the child about to enter the small confinement with her parents.

“I am sorry about that.” Amelia finally responded, bringing him back to the present. “It should not happen. I don’t know what came over me.” She apologized as if she regretted every minute of that event.

But he could read a woman like a book, and she appeared to be lying to him and herself. He could tell she liked it as much as he enjoyed every minute it lasted.

Yes, it was a long, torrid kiss full of passion, not just a kiss on the cheeks.

“I am not sorry, and I certainly am glad it did happen.” Evan confidently responded because he could not deny that he wished to kiss her again.

He could see the agitation in her lips as they slightly trembled together with her hands. Then, her lips partially stuck out to wet her parched lips. How he suddenly wished to taste them again?

He suddenly felt like a horny teenager who wanted to kiss a girl but was afraid to scare her off. He never felt like this with another woman.

“Please, don’t make things more complicated.” She begged him as if she wanted him to control himself around her.

But how could he do that? When all he could think about was kissing her again after that incident inside the elevator. He could not sleep because his mind insisted that he knock on her door so he could see her again.

It was insane.

He knew it, but that was how he felt at the moment. He must be going crazy because he could not stop thinking about a girl. He was obsessing about kissing her again.

“I am not. It was a kiss between two adult people. I believe we both like it. So, what is the problem with that?” This time, he was not thinking anymore as he allowed his lips to do the talking.

Or, for this matter, his desire.

Maybe it was her nerves, he could only assume, but she started drinking her milk. Probably, feeling thirsty just like he was as he took his drink and finished it.

“I still believe it should not happen. I am still in love with Lance, and you are...” She halted in her words as if she tried to think of a better word to describe him.

But when she looked up and placed her glass down, he could not help the smile from appearing on his lips. She looked like Ms. Santa Claus with a foggy mustache on her lips.

“A ladies’ man.” Evan finished for her, already grasping her thoughts of him. He could not blame her since that was what he was. And he could not deny it.

He smiled at her, knowing fully well that what he had in mind would never work. He could not string her along, only to be another of his flings. She was just too good for him.

“Yes.” She agreed with his self-depiction, but her eyes never bore judgment in them.

He reached out to her with only the intention of wiping the white cream on the top of her lips. Then, eventually, letting her go, finally deciding it was time to leave.

His grandmother was just fine, but he was not. He had to return home where he could return to himself. To remove all these unwanted feelings, he was developing for this woman.

But when his finger landed on her soft lips, he expected her to move, but she did not. He believed he could walk away, but his fingers lingered on caressing her lips.

Her doe eyes just stared at him as if waiting for more. Then, he found himself leaning over, following the direction of his finger as it traced her lips, kissing her again like what happened earlier.

“I could not promise you anything other than this,” Evan whispered in her ears as his lips started to explore her face and neck. But now, he believed he was also lying to himself?

A hypocrite.