Passionate Hate

Everyone has that ONE person that they can't stand to be near. The one that makes your eye twitch whenever they speak, it could be a man or a woman. It could be a relative or a coworker. The thing about passionately disliking someone is the word "passionate". There is a reaction in your body that turns your blood warm whenever you are near that particular person.

Let's climb between the sheets, so to speak, shall we?

There is a man. His personality rubs you the wrong way. He tells jokes that you don't find funny, he has a way of speaking that makes you want to gouge your ear drums out. When he looks at you, you see he has a very similar reaction to you. Enemies are born.

You take every opportunity to pick at each other, trying to see who can score the most verbal knockouts. You glare at each other in the break room, you avoid one another during office meetings. And then it happens...

A large group of your co-workers decide to go see a movie. Maybe it's 50 Shades of Grey? Maybe it's something fun such as Spy, but either way, it's a group and it's going to be in a dark theater. You make plans to sit as far away from the snarky man as you can because there is no way you two could be near one another for two hours without some sort of blow up.

So the night arrives. You remind your co-workers about their agreement to keep you away from the man. You have to remind yourself to keep the verbal blows at a minimum so as not to ruin the evening for the entire group. You arrive at the theater a bit late, everyone has already grabbed their snacks and found the seating, you rush in bypassing the concession stand, your ticket already in hand. 50 Shades is what everyone had decided on. You practically run down the aisle to find your group and when you do your heart stops.

The entire theater is just about full. The group took up one whole row, and you notice that the only seats available were at the top corner. And no one seems to be going up there. He is sitting up there, his eyes meet yours and your blood runs warm. You lean down to talk to Susan.

"I can't go up there! You guys promised you wouldn't pair me up with him tonight!" Susan looked at you with pity.

"I'm sorry, hon, but you were late, we really didn't even think you were coming." You sigh deeply and consider going home. "We are meeting up for dinner after the movie at the little Italian place on the corner."

You know you are going to have to sit up there with him. You and him. Alone. In a dark theater in a corner. It's almost too much for you to bear, but you don't want to seem like an crazy girl to your peers. You stand up, smooth your hands down the skirt of your sun dress and slowly climb to the top of the theater. For a brief moment you see what looks like satisfaction on the man's face but you know that couldn't possibly be true. There is no way this night would be satisfying for anyone.

You move down the aisle and stand next to him. "Can you move one over, please?"

He shakes his head slowly. "No, but you can sit near the wall." With that he stands up to give you room to squeeze by him. You start to squeeze by him and then pause as you realize your body is now flush against his. Your breasts flattened against his chest, your thighs against his as the seat behind you gives little room to wiggle past. His hands come up and grab you around your arms helping you by. You start to move again, your breasts drag across his chest and you feel your nipples bead.

Warmth pools in your stomach and you know that your passionate hatred has just turned into something else. Something far more disturbing. You want him. You want his body pressed against yours. You want his lips plundering yours. You want to feel his hands on your skin and you want it fast and rough. Very much like your relationship. You realize your heart is thundering, your body is taut, and you glance over and notice that he is looking at you. Your eyes meet and he reaches over and lays his hand on your thigh. You don't push him away, instead you slide down into your seat. You watch as he starts to pull the hem of your dress up, exposing your knees.

The lights go down as the movie starts to play. The hem eases up a little further and your thighs become exposed.

What will you allow this an to do? Will you stop him? Will you fall into a passionate love affair with him? Giving him access to your body is tempting and you want to take that plunge, but where will it lead you?

The thing about love affairs, my darlings, is that the more tempestuous and the more passionate, the hotter it burns. The harder it will fall apart...if you allow it. So think about that one person you hate. Is it hate? Is it real and true hate? Or does all that heat you generate between each other mean something completely different.

The ball is your court.