His hand at the small of her back. Her hand brushing his arm. Fingers barely touching, desperately fighting the urge to intertwine. A fleeting caress, an accidental embrace, an unguarded chance encounter. Like the molecules of an atom, electrified and excited, trapped in a game of cat and mouse with a volatile appetite and unquenchable thirst they continue to pretend. But pretense does not follow the rules laid down by passion and the fires of desire. Eros and Aphrodite act of their own accord, fanning the flames, rousing passions, and creating chaos between the logic, rules, and orders they desperately cling to and the truth they are unable to fully deny.