Friday, August 04, 2006


The dictionary defines chemistry in this way...

1. The science of the composition, structure, properties and reactions of matter, especially of atomic and molecular systems.
2. The elements of a complex entity and their dynamic interrelation.
3. Mutual attraction or sympathy, rapport.

Now, y'all realise I'm referring to the third definition here, but it just seems so lacking in substance as an explanation of the chemistry people often share. I mean, you know it when it grips you and you can't take your eyes off the other person, right? When all you want to do is stare into his eyes and read the depths of those chocolatey brown orbs, wondering to yourself... what is he thinking? When your gaze dips to find those lucious lips and all you can think about is whether they're warm and soft, or hard and demanding...


See, now that's a definition for chemistry. So, here's my challenge to you... write your definition for chemistry, as applied in a romantic context. In the meantime, here's another excerpt from Can You Keep A Secret?


About to turn away, she decided while she was here, she should give him an answer about dinner. She took a tentative step and then another, feeling as if she were trying to run through quicksand. So heavy, so hard, it seemed a mile to his cubicle. And then she was there, with his surprised expression greeting her.

“Penny,” he breathed, slamming the drawer shut and shoving the bon bon under the computer monitor. “I’m glad you came.”

Oh, she was coming alright. “Hi, Jesse,” she quipped, trying to keep the squeak out of her voice. “I got your email.”

He blushed. “I’m so sorry about what happened,” he stood and stepped closer. “You must think I’m a jerk.”

“No,” she gushed. “Really.”

When his eyes found hers, she couldn’t look away. Oh, what must he see? She feared he’d ferret out every one of her secret desires and use them against her. Though, if it was anything like her fantasy, that wouldn’t be a bad thing.

“I don’t usually walk around with those sorts of things in my pockets.”

Her mouth opened, but nothing came out. A heartbeat passed, and Jesse’s eyes slowly travelled to her lips. He lingered. She sizzled.


“Me, too.”

He grinned. “Really?”

Wait. What did she just say?

“Meet me at seven, say?”

Oh. She’d agreed. Shoot. She didn’t mean to. “Seven.”

“Dante’s Peak. I promise we’ll behave.”

She smiled. “I’m a grown woman, Jesse.”

Something flashed through his eyes. “I know, but please don’t think I’m into that stuff.”

Penny resisted an evil laugh. “So what if you are?”

Again his eyes flashed, this time with something animalistic in nature that made her shiver and brought her fantasy back with one powerful jolt. “Seven?”



Later, gators,

Rose Middleton


Anonymous Tori Lennox said...

Oh, now stopping there is just MEAN!!! *g*

12:10 PM  
Blogger Rae Morgan said...

Chemistry is the mating of two minds and souls into one couple. Of course passion is the catalyst and love is the end result.

3:31 PM  
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