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their tongues touched. Words of caution played in her mind, but any restraint she had melted away as his kiss deepened and stirred her embers of passion into flame. She had waited all week just to savor his kiss.
Alex stretched out alongside her and snaked a cradling arm under her head. With his free hand, he traced her body's curvature, slowly moving his hand along the side of her breast, to her waist, and along the swell of her hip. A warming sensation lingered wherever he touched.
For propriety's sake, she should push him away and get up, but every nerve in her body tingled with want for him.
When his body arched away, she opened her eyes. With lips still locked to hers, he stretched toward the end table with a reach not quite long enough to turn off the light. The lamp craned in the opposite direction, and while grappling to keep it from falling, Alex's fingers grasped the ancient fixture's frayed cord.
Amidst flickering light, shooting sparks, and the shattering of glass, Cynthia contorted. She closed her eyes as a stinging electrical current coursed through her, arcing her against Alex. The powerful discharge bound them together by pure force.
Her eyes, the only part of her body she could voluntarily move, flew open in wide amazement. Nose-to-nose with Alex, she stared helplessly at him. Moments ago his luscious, blue eyes had been filled with desire, now they bulged in protest against the wattage. Suddenly, the room went dark. At last, the breaker had interrupted the current's flow.
***
Alex's hands and feet tingled, and it was hard to breathe. With his heart beating like a drum, and him being unable to focus in the sudden darkness, he shoved at whatever was next to him and heard a thud hit the thinly carpeted floor.
"Ouch!"
"Cynthia?" Confusion clouded his reasoning. The shrill voice coming from him wasn't his. The exclamation of pain sounded like him but he hadn't hurt himself. If he had, wouldn't he know it? Why didn't she answer him? "Cynthia?" he called out again.
He pushed himself off the couch, and felt his way across the darkened room, seeking the breaker box. He didn't feel quite right; nothing he could pinpoint. Prickles lingered from the power surge, and his feet ... He chalked the sensation up to the electrical shock.
With a jaw tense from worry about Cynthia, he groped until he found the closet, opened the door and patted the wall until he reached the spot where he expected to find the box. Nothing! With the dim moonlight reflecting through the window, his eyes quickly adjusted and he saw the metal outline. Funny, it seemed much higher than he recalled.
He stretched to open the cabinet and fiddled with the switches until he found the thrown one. After flipping it back into place, he walked over and turned on the overhead light. "There!"
He grasped his throat. The voice was clearly not his own, rather Cynthia's. But it couldn't be. "W-what the..."
The sight of himself sitting, dazed in the middle of the floor, staring up with arched brows threw him into a tizzy. How could he be there if he was here?
Alex shook his head in confusion, the shock must have been much stronger than he realized. His eyes surely were playing tricks on him. Was he having one of those out-of-body experiences, he'd heard about or had he just been shocked senseless? He looked down and gasped, seeing long, red nails and slender fingers ... on his hand. "What the hell?"
The hair he ran those fingers through wasn't his! Unlike his short waves, he found long, thick tresses. Nothing made sense. His heart racing, he dared look down again. "Oh my God! What's happened?" he screamed. "I'm you!"
Looking dazed and confused, his body still sat on the floor, but jumped at his scream.
Realization suddenly showed on his face the face looking up at him. "Oh, my God, you just talked to me with my own voice, and ... and how can I possibly be here looking at myself over there? Oh, Alex, what's happened to us?"
Hearing his voice
Alex stretched out alongside her and snaked a cradling arm under her head. With his free hand, he traced her body's curvature, slowly moving his hand along the side of her breast, to her waist, and along the swell of her hip. A warming sensation lingered wherever he touched.
For propriety's sake, she should push him away and get up, but every nerve in her body tingled with want for him.
When his body arched away, she opened her eyes. With lips still locked to hers, he stretched toward the end table with a reach not quite long enough to turn off the light. The lamp craned in the opposite direction, and while grappling to keep it from falling, Alex's fingers grasped the ancient fixture's frayed cord.
Amidst flickering light, shooting sparks, and the shattering of glass, Cynthia contorted. She closed her eyes as a stinging electrical current coursed through her, arcing her against Alex. The powerful discharge bound them together by pure force.
Her eyes, the only part of her body she could voluntarily move, flew open in wide amazement. Nose-to-nose with Alex, she stared helplessly at him. Moments ago his luscious, blue eyes had been filled with desire, now they bulged in protest against the wattage. Suddenly, the room went dark. At last, the breaker had interrupted the current's flow.
***
Alex's hands and feet tingled, and it was hard to breathe. With his heart beating like a drum, and him being unable to focus in the sudden darkness, he shoved at whatever was next to him and heard a thud hit the thinly carpeted floor.
"Ouch!"
"Cynthia?" Confusion clouded his reasoning. The shrill voice coming from him wasn't his. The exclamation of pain sounded like him but he hadn't hurt himself. If he had, wouldn't he know it? Why didn't she answer him? "Cynthia?" he called out again.
He pushed himself off the couch, and felt his way across the darkened room, seeking the breaker box. He didn't feel quite right; nothing he could pinpoint. Prickles lingered from the power surge, and his feet ... He chalked the sensation up to the electrical shock.
With a jaw tense from worry about Cynthia, he groped until he found the closet, opened the door and patted the wall until he reached the spot where he expected to find the box. Nothing! With the dim moonlight reflecting through the window, his eyes quickly adjusted and he saw the metal outline. Funny, it seemed much higher than he recalled.
He stretched to open the cabinet and fiddled with the switches until he found the thrown one. After flipping it back into place, he walked over and turned on the overhead light. "There!"
He grasped his throat. The voice was clearly not his own, rather Cynthia's. But it couldn't be. "W-what the..."
The sight of himself sitting, dazed in the middle of the floor, staring up with arched brows threw him into a tizzy. How could he be there if he was here?
Alex shook his head in confusion, the shock must have been much stronger than he realized. His eyes surely were playing tricks on him. Was he having one of those out-of-body experiences, he'd heard about or had he just been shocked senseless? He looked down and gasped, seeing long, red nails and slender fingers ... on his hand. "What the hell?"
The hair he ran those fingers through wasn't his! Unlike his short waves, he found long, thick tresses. Nothing made sense. His heart racing, he dared look down again. "Oh my God! What's happened?" he screamed. "I'm you!"
Looking dazed and confused, his body still sat on the floor, but jumped at his scream.
Realization suddenly showed on his face the face looking up at him. "Oh, my God, you just talked to me with my own voice, and ... and how can I possibly be here looking at myself over there? Oh, Alex, what's happened to us?"
Hearing his voice
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