As ridiculous as it sounds there was sparks between them. And not the metaphorical, bullshit sparks that every woman dreams of, but actual little balls of electricity. When he first touched her he jumped back in shock, the tingling sensation still in his hand. She laughed, but he was fascinated. He quickly touched her again but nothing happened. She walked away still laughing.

He soon forgot about the sensation, until he accidentally brushed against her arm and felt the familiar sense of shock. It had happened again! He looked incredulously at her, but she feigned indifference. Yet a small twinkle in her eye let him know she had felt it too.

The rate at which they occurred steadily increased. Until it reached a point where, whenever he was near her his entire body would hum with anticipation. Therefore, when they were in each other's arms later that night, he couldn't comprehend why he didn't feel the familiar jolting sensation. It didn't make sense. But as she covered his lips with hers, he suddenly felt it. The spark. But this time it didn't scare, or shock, or puzzle him. He just closed his eyes and reveled in the feeling of her lips and sparks.

Real and metaphorical ones.