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Chapter 3: The Sleepover
John and Kimberly spent the evening doing what they normally do on the phone, chatting. They sat on her couch in the living room talking and laughing like they'd always been there together; stealing little kisses here and there. Around midnight they decided to head upstairs to bed; John staying in her guest room. Little did the other know neither could sleep. They both lay in bed staring at the ceiling. Daydreaming of a life with John, Kimberly decides to head to the kitchen for a snack. Daydreaming of a life with Kimberly, John gets up to head down for a sandwich. He walked in to see her standing in front of the freezer wearing only a tank top and boy shorts. "Can't sleep either?" Oh my god, look at that body, she never fails to entice me.
Kimberly jumps, "You scared the shit out of me." Looking at John's naked chest she notices he's wearing only his boxers. Look away, look away, and don't stare. The realization of her attire dawns on her and she blushes. Too late now to run for a robe. They both stand there staring at each other, silent; the sexual tension getting thicker and thicker. Kimberly clears her throat, "I couldn't sleep so I was getting some ice cream, you?"
"I came to raid the fridge too." They maneuvered around taking extra precautions not to touch; thus escalating the tension. John got out chocolate syrup and lay down in the middle of the kitchen on his side propping himself up on his elbow. She joined him lying on her tummy. They lay head to head forming an 'L'. John pours syrup into the ice cream container and gets a heaping spoonful. He feeds Kimberly who takes half the spoonful and John eats the rest. They continued like this, in a comfortable silence, until the ice cream was gone. "So, why won't you tell me any details about yourself? We've known each other for a year and I barely know about your family, I know nothing about your job, just that you have an assistant who constantly calls and you travel a lot. You know a lot about me, damn near everything. Are you a spy? Are you in the Witness Protection Program? Is this really your house?" John asked the questions jokingly.
"I own my own business. My Mom lives in Cincinnati, my father passed away when I was 7. I'm not a spy, I'm not in hiding and this is my house."
"What kind of business? Is it legal!"
Kimberly laughed. "Of course it's legal. I own a club downtown." She quickly changed the subject to John visiting his folks. He asked again for the 3rd time that night if she'd go with him. She finally relented.
Wanting to avoid the previous subjects, Kimberly got up and started cleaning the mess they'd made. Taking the hint, John helped her finish and they walked hand in hand upstairs. He kissed her tenderly goodnight for the 2nd time. They both fell asleep, separately, with content smiles hoping and dreaming of what's to come.
