Wait, What?

He looked up to see her hair a mess, loose strands hung in front of her flustered face catching the beads of sweat that threatened to fall. Her breath was fast and hot, her hands keeping beat with every inhale and exhale.

She was turning him on.

As he watched the color of her eyes go from dull Brown to a light honey color he had never seen before; he realized that he loved this woman. She looked up from her handiwork to see him watching her and with one look they knew they had just said those three terrifying words without uttering a single sound. He reached over and took the knife out of her hand, unaware of the coordination displayed as it grabbed the kitchen wall behind him. He leaned in mesmerized by the intensity and laid his lips upon hers; At that moment nothing else mattered, not to do lists that may never get done, not the bills that may never get paid, not even the body on the floor between them.