THE LOVE STARTS WITH A STARE

Everything looked the same as the movie making.

I was interviewed. I narrated to them what transpired. They were surprised.

They were stunned at the swordsmanship displayed by me. Even Lucas was blooming and delighted.

The media also interviewed me and Lucas.

Lucas discussed privately with some of the media. The scene was aired.

Before everybody departed, it was already evening.

We freshen up, we had our meal but not without having the cook taste it first.

We were in silence. Except for the sound of our cutleries and our breathing.

Elvis was now a friend rather than a guard, after the meal. We rested a bit in silence, then we went to the room where the documents from Ebony were kept.

We sat down. Lucas passed a file to me.

“Can you inspect it?” I examined it, it was a combination of pictures of Ebony with the Mafia lords.

He also passed another document to me. I just examined its content.

“So what is your conclusion?” I asked him. He stared at me. I stared back at him.

We kept staring at each other until the atmosphere changed to a deeper and intensive atmosphere as we both long with the lust to kiss each other.

Elvis saw it, he burst into laughter. We stared at him.

“My lord, let me take my leave,” he said. I and Lucas stared at each other.

He left without waiting for our permission. His gaze went over my lip. I could sense his heart racing.

My body was all itching for him. He opened his lip and parted them again. There was only a little distance between me and him. We both just sat unable to move, as if there was a force connecting us to sit and not able to move.

“We are trying to fix a file, prince,” I managed to say in a cozy voice.

“Yeah!” he said. As his gaze left my lip.

He used his hand to rough his hair, in a panicking manner, I smiled. He packed the files which were shattering about.

“Hmm, where are we?” he said.

“We are in when you are staring at my lip,” I said. He burst into laughter.

“Am I? I thought we were both staring at each other, confess to me, do you have a feeling for me?” he asked bluntly.

I stared in embarrassment. I blushed.

“And her face just turns to a tomato," he said. I felt more embarrassed.

“A lady's face isn’t a tomato, and certainly not mine,” I said. He held his chin with his palm as in watching. I laughed.

“You look like a baby toon, a cartoonist,” I said. He frailed his face.

“You look like a big gorilla in the zoo,” I said. He stood to pick up the pillow. He attempted to use it to beat me. I ran to pick the second one. I picked it up and we both started pillow beating.

We are like this as we shouted at each other.

“You are beautiful but you look like a puppy,” he said.

“You are handsome, but you look like a kitty,” I said.

We resumed beating each other with the pillow, laughing and yelling at each other.

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What kind of play is this or is it a fight?

How did those two stare at each other those days, hoping love isn’t on the air?

Where did Elvis run to?

Let’s read on. I am writing for you to read and comment on, it will give me more insight to write and generate more ideas.