One knows.

There's always a point in a relationship where one knows they're in love, but the moment isn't necessarily when they realize it.

No, one has to accept and allow the sentiment to expand through their body to their mind and heart.

Monday got up and walked to the window. The contour of her naked frame shone in the moonlight. No one could see her unless they had a very accurate binoculars see telescope.

Kenneth sat up. They had finished their X-rated episode on his living room floor. The takes were wilder than ever, and Kenneth got Monday to capitulate and call him daddy multiple times before seeing her drift to sleep.

The man observed his lover while she slept. Kenneth's heart didn't seem to want to settle. He felt like he had run a mile and still ran every time he looked at her. Toes, hands, stretch marks, Kenneth no longer saw things that displeased him. He didn't ignore them. The elements just became irrelevant.

Many things had happened since their one-night stand. Monday was supposed to be a standalone story, a momentary adventure, yet Kenneth could not stop reading their book, which kept improving. Monday's presence in New York attested to it. Kenneth's heart beat with excitement and fear as he asked himself: Can you love her?

The question had multiple itineraries, like a snake ladder game. The man chose a route and prayed it would bring him to the desired conclusion.

Was he at the right phase in his life?

Kenneth knew he wasn't playing. He never invited women he trifled with to stay in his home.

So their relationship was serious, and he had to give it that importance. Kenneth kept repeating it, for he didn't want himself to forget.

He had the will, but did he have the means, the time, the energy, and the patience to invest in his story?

Did he have expectations?

If he did, was Monday capable of meeting them?

Kenneth knew how he would react if she failed to meet any. The man understood himself well and avoided trying to rate Monday. He attempted to let things evolve naturally instead of trying to manipulate the stats and forcing things for Monday to fit in the boxes of his criteria.

The method worked until then. Now, the questions bustled in Kenneth's head. His analysis was well overdue.

Kenneth was afraid, but his desire for them to develop a stronger bond was more potent.

He figured their relationship could deepen as long as Monday didn't start to be too demanding and let him drive the rhythm as she did when they were in bed.

Control.

Their relationship wasn't about it, but Kenneth preferred having the impression he had some virtual lead, just like Monday, who didn't think less of their situation. He knew Monday didn't tag along. She gave him the right amount of resistance that kept him on his toes.

Kenneth got up and took the duvet with him. He approached Monday, hugged from behind, and kissed her neck.

"Did I wake you up?"

"Yes, I was lonely without you," Kenneth answered.

The man felt Monday's cheeks rise under his kisses as she smiled.

"You have a beautiful view."

"I know. I only bought the apartment for its view, though I'm afraid of heights."

Monday turned her head to the side. "Stop lying; you can't be serious. No one does that, at least not a logical human."

"Sorry to deceive you. I, too, have my no-sense moments."

Monday made a complete turn to face him."Wow, I never thought I'd hear such a thing in real life. I thought it was only in fiction."

Kenneth frowned because, "You've heard it before."

Monday nodded in Pretty Woman. Richard Gere's character, Edward Lewis, fears heights but always rents penthouses because they're expensive and the best."

"That's one heck of a dusty reference you have there."

Pretty woman.

Monday was a romantic one, for sure, thought Kenneth. All he remembered of the movie was that it was about a businessman and a prostitute. Kenneth forgot that the wealthy man was afraid to commit and that Vivian, Julia Robert's character, spiced up his life and made him realize there was more to life than work. Edward found himself wanting more than to keep me company and give me a blow job project, for he realized some stakes were out of his control.

"It's not exactly the same thing. I bought this apartment because I thought I could eradicate my fear by imposing this view on me."

"You're a masochist."

"I'll take it as a compliment," Kenneth said, backing Monday against the window.

"Oh my gosh, it's freezing," Monday squealed before the window pane warmed up on her skin.

Kenneth grasped her leg and lifted it around her waist.

"What are you doing?" Monday asked.

"I'm allaying my fear."

Monday moaned as Kenneth initiated another steamy session. He plunged his head into her neck as he thrust. Monday's body squeaked against the window pane as her body bopped up and down on it.

Three minutes was enough to see the condensation spread around Monday's silhouette.

They switched positions. Monday placed her hands on the window as Kenneth took her from behind.

No, Kenneth didn't play about when it came to sex. He made Monday regret switching her writing genre. The man inspired so many scenes in her mind. The writer closed her eyes and let herself drift. Though tired, she held back from coming too soon. It was his moment. Kenneth loved positions that had Mondays behind, bumping into him.

He slid his hand across her waist and another across her chest to grasp her breast. Kenneth held her tight. His warm breath fanned her neck. The moment was imminent. The man breathed heavily at the instant when control became null, and the rush made him high.

"Sade," he whispered.

She called her daddy, and he called her by her name. Monday, she had to send in her passport details for her booking, so Kenneth learned she had a second name. When he asked her over the phone, she answered that her mother loved Sade and the song No Ordinary Love.

Kenneth loved the name and the song. Unlike Monday, the older man lived the songstress's glory. Sade was an icon, and Monday was his Sade.

The woman couldn't imagine how she held Kenneth, who desired to keep Monday to himself forever.

Why?

The man had flipped the question like a pancake repeatedly in his mind. There wasn't any particular reason. She wasn't even his type not so long ago, yet he was irresistibly drawn to her. Monday imposed herself on him. Little by little, she became a must-have. The orator wished to tell Monday how he felt but didn't know how or when to express it.

Monday found herself in bed with one of Kenneth's tees when she woke up. She took a few seconds to realize where she was before rolling on the bed. Everything smelled like Kenneth. She covered her head with the duvet, wishing to drown in his scent. Get a hold of yourself, gurl! she thought. She got up and exited the room to find the man, "Kenneth."

Monday found Kenneth wiping the window.

"What are you doing?"

"Cleaning a crime scene. Rosa will come today, but I don't want to leave any evidence."

"Sorry."

"Don't be," Kenneth stepped back and looked at what was left of Monday's body's imprint. "Come to think of it, I should have left it and named it the birth of passion or something."

"Yeah, and perhaps you can cut out your window and sell at Sotheby's," Monday said, rolling her eyes to mock him.

Kenneth shrugged and continued to wipe.

"You should have woken me up. I thought you wanted us to go somewhere," Monday said, remembering what Kenneth had told over the phone a few days before.

"Oh, yeah, Morgan wanted us to either have lunch or brunch with him," Kenneth turned to see her expression, "but if you're tired."

"I'm not. I'll be happy to meet Morgen and his wife," Monday replied.

"You'll make a happy reader. Lisbeth is an absolute fan of yours."

"Okay, let's do it. I don't want to disappoint a fan. At what time should we join them?"

"Is three pm okay for you?"

"Yes, it's perfect. I'll go and get ready." Monday walked away and came back. "Where's your bathroom?"

Straight ahead, Kenneth said with a smile. He noted she didn't even say a word about what she wore as he watched her walk away.

Kenneth's apartment was simple but huge for one person. His bath alone was almost three hundred and twenty-two square feet. Again, a scene from Pretty Woman drifted into Monday's mind, and she recalled when Vivian told Kit, her friend, that Edward's bathroom was bigger than the Blue Banana, a nightclub they went to.

Monday looked at herself in the mirror; she wasn't Vivian but faced the same dilemma. She was in love with Kenneth, and the extent of the sentiment went beyond her barometer's limit. Monday undressed and took a shower. Lost in her thoughts, Monday didn't know how long she spent in the bathroom, but she found Kenneth fully dressed when she returned to the living room.

"How did you?"

"I have another bathroom upstairs. It's practical. There's no queue issue."

"You live alone, though?"

One never knows, Kenneth said and winked.

The statement blasted Monday into oblivion. What did he mean by one never knows?

Monday didn't have time to ask as Kenneth hurried to bury his remark under another question, "Are you hungry?"

"Well, we'll be brunching soon. I prefer to preserve my hunger."

"You're right, how about coffee?" Kenneth asked.

"Yes, please."

"There's a place in Central Park where I get mine. Do you want to try?"

Monday nodded.

The couple grabbed their outerwear and stepped out.

"Kenneth, look at me."

The man turned, and Monday fixed his collar as the lift went down before standing beside him.

Kenneth grasped her hand and held it as people hopped in.

"Good morning, Mr. Mosley, madame," the doorman said.

The New York wind blew hard, but the couple didn't feel a thing. It was one of those days where an apocalypse could happen, but the couple would remain undisturbed and focused on each other, for it was all that mattered then as their flash fiction became a true romance.