Then it was her kissing me with such sweetness. Such love and passion. I don’t know what made her think I would want to leave her. I told her we needed to get out of there. We needed to find a hole in the crowd and drop into it. And that’s just what we did. Scene set to the Bee Gee’s “More than a woman,” and Benny doing his best Travolta. If anyone noticed us leave one then other, neither of us cared.

It was back to her house and our twisting and turning. It was as close as we could make it. It was devoted, it was the night I broke and said the words I was so afraid to say. Against her cheek my lips let the sound escape.

“I love you.”

It was shy. And it was sweet when she smiled and said that she loved me too. It was the first time I ever said that to someone not family. And I meant and I still do.

We work and everything is right. It’s fine with the walls of our world. Science says that attraction is all chemical. Somewhere in the metaphysical world is where I felt half the time around her. We act like we are friends. We act like there is nothing in between us but our clothes. And life just keep on spinning. We filmed scenes in the bank. Cool action scenes where Benny and I take turns being the “bad guy.” We go round and round on the set. We pretend that nothing exists between us. And people they got past it. We filmed our big speeches, she filmed being scared and alone in her mini skirt. Days and days spent together yet we acted alone. Days and months spent making the long drive to see her. To be with her. We filmed bloody scenes of people getting shot in the face. We laugh and laugh at the potato props filled with fake blood that was used to make the splat of the managers head, Alice said we where all demented and dysfunctional. We film my big scene of betrayal, my character choosing love over honor and money and friendship. And we film the last day.