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💭 Sometimes I look back at how far I’ve come and I smile. Life hasn’t always been smooth, there were days of confusion, ...
01/09/2025

💭 Sometimes I look back at how far I’ve come and I smile. Life hasn’t always been smooth, there were days of confusion, days of doubt, and days I wondered if I was really walking in the right direction.

But today, I’m grateful. Grateful for growth, for the lessons, and for the journey that shaped me into who I am becoming. 🌱

I may not have it all figured out yet, but one thing I know is that I’m doing better, I’m learning every day, and I’m choosing to move forward with hope.

✨ Here’s to a new month filled with peace, progress, and positivity for us all.

💕 Happy New Month, my people.



Not every season of life will be loud. Some will be quiet, steady, and slow.But even in the silence, growth is happening...
25/08/2025

Not every season of life will be loud. Some will be quiet, steady, and slow.
But even in the silence, growth is happening. 🌸
Keep going.

The Quiet Beauty of Healing and Growth🥰Healing is not a destination it’s a journey. And sometimes, it’s not as dramatic ...
23/08/2025

The Quiet Beauty of Healing and Growth🥰

Healing is not a destination it’s a journey. And sometimes, it’s not as dramatic as we think it should be. Healing often looks like quiet mornings where you finally feel safe in your own skin, or the moment you no longer react to things that used to disturb your peace.

Growth is in the small shifts we rarely notice at first learning to pause before speaking, forgiving yourself for what you didn’t know yesterday, choosing to walk away instead of proving a point, or realizing that solitude can feel like comfort instead of loneliness.

It’s not about becoming a completely different person overnight. It’s about p*eling away the layers of pain, fear, and doubt so that the truest version of you can breathe again. 🌱

If you are in the process of healing, remind yourself:
✨ It’s okay to rest.
✨ It’s okay to take things slowly.
✨ It’s okay if nobody else sees how hard you’re trying.
✨ I'm proud of you
✨ You're not alone

Your heart knows. Your soul knows. And one day, you will look back and see how far you’ve come how the little steps you thought didn’t matter were actually leading you toward wholeness.

Healing doesn’t mean the past never happened. It means you’re choosing to live fully despite it. And growth doesn’t mean you’ll never stumble again it means you’ll rise wiser, softer, and more grounded each time.

So, breathe. Be gentle with yourself. And trust that every quiet effort you’re making now is shaping you into the version of yourself you’ve always longed to meet. 💛

When Our Eyes First Met🥹🥰❤️The coffee shop was buzzing with chatter, the scent of roasted beans wrapping the air in warm...
22/08/2025

When Our Eyes First Met🥹🥰❤️

The coffee shop was buzzing with chatter, the scent of roasted beans wrapping the air in warmth. Yet, for all the noise, she sat quietly in the corner, her long hair cascading over her shoulders as she scribbled something into a notebook. Her sundress was a soft pastel, the kind that caught the light and made her look like she carried a little bit of the sun with her.

He hadn’t even meant to notice her. Daniel walked in, tall and effortlessly striking, the kind of man who turned heads without trying. His crisp white shirt sleeves were rolled up, revealing strong forearms, and his dark hair looked rebelliously tousled, as if no amount of combing could tame it. He was supposed to grab a coffee, answer a few emails, and leave.

But then he saw her.

She wasn’t just beautiful; she was captivating. The way her lips curled in concentration, the way she tapped her pen gently against her notebook, as though each word mattered more than the world outside. He ordered his drink but didn’t hear a single thing the barista said his eyes kept drifting back to her.

When he finally found the courage to look directly, it happened.

Her gaze lifted, almost casually, and for the first time, their eyes locked.

It was supposed to be just a glance quick, forgettable but instead, time faltered. The chaos of the café dulled into silence. Her eyes, warm and curious, met his, and something inside him shifted. He felt it like he had been waiting all this time to stumble into this exact moment, this exact person.

And she felt it too. The soft pink in her cheeks betrayed her as she looked away quickly, then dared another glance, as if to check if he was still staring. He was.

His coffee arrived, but his hands itched for something else to walk over, to say something, anything. He hesitated, nerves battling the pull of his heart. Finally, as though fate itself pushed him forward, he carried his cup toward her table.

“Excuse me,” he said, his voice smooth but laced with nervousness. “Is this seat taken?”

She looked up, her lips parting slightly in surprise. Her voice, when it came, was soft, almost melodic. “No, it’s not.”

He sat down, trying to appear composed though his heart was racing. They introduced themselves Daniel and Elena and within minutes, the conversation flowed as if they had known each other for years. They laughed over trivial things, exchanged stories about books and favorite coffee blends, and each word seemed to knit an invisible thread between them.

What neither of them admitted in that moment but both secretly knew was that something extraordinary had just begun.

When the café lights dimmed, signaling closing time, they exchanged numbers. Daniel scribbled his on a scrap torn from his notebook, his handwriting hurried but steady. He hesitated before handing it over, then, almost as if pulled by instinct, he wrote one more line beneath it:

“If we ever meet again, let’s not be strangers… let’s be lovers.”

He slid the note across the table with a smile that was half-nervous, half-hopeful. She read it, and for a heartbeat, her breath caught. Her fingers lingered on the paper as if it carried more than ink like it carried the weight of something waiting to unfold.

Later that night, long after the café had emptied and they finally parted ways, Elena lay awake, the note tucked safely beneath her pillow. Her lips curved into an involuntary smile as she traced his words again and again.

Meanwhile, Daniel sat in his car outside, gripping the steering wheel, replaying her laughter in his head. He hadn’t believed in love at first sight before, but now? Now he knew.

Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months. The note stayed with her creased at the edges, ink fading where her fingers had traced it too many times. Elena sometimes caught herself wondering if he had been serious, or if it was just a poetic whim of a man she’d only just met.

Daniel, on the other hand, thought of her every time he walked past a coffee shop, every time he heard the scratch of pen on paper, every time silence reminded him of the sound of her laughter. He had left the encounter to fate, but fate, it seemed, was listening.

It was a rainy Thursday when it happened. Elena dashed into a bookstore café, shaking droplets from her hair, her pastel sweater clinging to her shoulders. She ordered a latte, tucking herself into a corner seat, flipping open the same notebook she had that first day.

And then she froze.

Across the room, in a gray coat and damp white shirt, Daniel looked up from a book he was pretending to read. His eyes widened, disbelief mixing with the slow spread of a smile that was all too familiar.

For a moment, neither of them moved. The world outside thundered with rain, but in that little shop, everything stilled again just like before.

He stood first. His steps were hesitant but sure, the kind of walk of someone who’s been waiting too long to take chances anymore. When he reached her table, his voice carried the same nervous softness as the first time.

“Is this seat still not taken?”

Her laughter burst out, unrestrained, and she shook her head. “No. And I was hoping you’d ask.”

They spoke again longer this time. About the months between, about the what-ifs and almosts, about books, music, dreams they hadn’t told anyone else. Hours slipped by until the shop lights dimmed once more.

And as the last customers drifted out, silence pressed close around them. Daniel’s hand brushed against hers on the table not by accident, but by the gravity pulling them closer. Elena’s breath caught, but she didn’t pull away.

Instead, she whispered, “I kept your note.”

Daniel’s eyes softened, his smile trembling at the edges. “Then maybe it’s time we keep the promise.”

Before she could reply, he leaned in, closing the distance. The kiss was hesitant at first, almost fragile, as if testing the truth of what they both felt. But when her lips pressed back, when her hand found the line of his jaw, the hesitation melted into something deeper.

It wasn’t just a kiss. It was every word unsaid, every glance stolen, every heartbeat that had waited for this exact moment.

When they finally pulled apart, her forehead rested against his, both of them breathless and smiling.

“No strangers anymore,” she whispered.

“Never again,” he promised.

And in that quiet, rain-soaked café, fate’s note was finally sealed with the kind of kiss that begins a story worth remembering.

The Day We Stopped Dying (a short fictional story)EpilogueThey called it the Stillness Era. A time when funerals became ...
22/08/2025

The Day We Stopped Dying (a short fictional story)

Epilogue

They called it the Stillness Era. A time when funerals became stories told from memory, not events lived with tears. Coffins were carved but never lowered; cemeteries turned into gardens without graves.

Some whispered humanity had been cursed. Others called it salvation proof death itself had surrendered. But for the Ministry, it was simpler: if death had stopped, someone held its stolen key.

And in the hidden corridors of their black facilities, a girl’s trembling voice sometimes echoed.

Her name was Adesua@.

The records said she vanished at sixteen. Her town scrubbed her name from memory. But in the Ministry’s iron vaults, stamped with the seal of the Continuance Bureau, she was reduced to a number: Subject 117-A.

They moved her from place to place, always chasing the secret in her veins, always failing to break it free. Every escape ended with another capture.

No one ever saw her grow old. No one ever saw her buried.

So the people wondered not if she lived, but where.

Because in a world without graves, it wasn’t the silence of death they feared.
It was the echo of a girl who had no ending.

Chapter 1 – The Last Funeral

It began in the river-town of Nkara, on the morning of Grandmother Talu’s burial.

The air was heavy with mist rising from the delta. Under a fraying canopy, mourners gathered with kola drink, hymn-songs, and soft tears.

Talu had lived long, died quietly in her sleep. The people expected to bury her with honor.

But when the priest cast the first soil onto her coffin, a cough came from inside.

The crowd froze. Another cough. Then a voice sharp, angry, very alive:
“Who put me in this box?!”

The coffin burst open. Talu sat up, her wrapper stained with soil, her chest heaving.

Alive.

Word spread like floodwater.

Soon hospitals reported patients who had flatlined for hours waking suddenly, begging for water. Morgues shook with fists banging from the inside of freezers. A ferry wreck left dozens drowned, but every single one staggered ashore hours later, coughing river water, alive.

At first, the people rejoiced.

They crowded temples, mosques, and shrines. “A miracle!” they said. “Death has been defeated!”

But then the truth arrived like rot beneath fresh fruit.

The old did not grow young. The sick remained sick. Wounds stayed open, yet their victims could not die. Burn victims screamed endlessly. The cancer-ridden wasted away for years without release. Those who attempted su***de rose again with blank stares.

The Stillness was not mercy. It was a trap.

Governments broke under immortal populations. Food riots ignited in overcrowded cities. Cemeteries became refugee camps for the undying. Soldiers fired bullets into rebels, only to watch them stand again, bloody but breathing.

And then whispers began.

A few people could still die.

The first was a nameless drifter in the desert nation of Koro, crushed beneath a train. He remained still. Truly still.

When word spread, the Stillness became an obsession. Who decided who lived forever and who could still fall?

And in the confusion, one young woman named Frieda would learn the most dangerous truth of all she belonged to the second kind.

Frieda always hated funerals.
Not for the grief, but for the silence. Silence had teeth.

She was there in Nkara when Talu clawed out of her coffin. She was not mourning — she was selling chilled water bags from her little blue cooler. Burials always made good business.

She had just collected two coins from a sweating pallbearer when the scream tore the air.

Her cooler dropped. Water burst across the red clay.

She saw it: the coffin jerking, the co**se rising, the priest stumbling as the mourners stampeded.

While the crowd surged toward the miracle, Frieda ran away from it.

That night, Nkara did not sleep. Neither did Frieda.

News screens replayed the footage endlessly: “Woman Rises From Grave in Nkara.” Debates raged across the airwaves. A miracle? A plague? Judgment?

WhatsApp and street screens filled with shaky videos: co**ses rising in distant morgues, crash victims standing on broken roads.

The city changed overnight. Doctors refused to sign death scrolls. Bus drivers prayed aloud before every trip, fearing undying passengers. Gangs grew bold — what were bullets against people who could not fall?

But Frieda had a different fear.

She remembered her mother’s whisper, years ago, when fever nearly burned her alive as a child:
“This one is different. If death comes, it will not stay.”

She had laughed it off as superstition. But the whisper clung to her chest now like claws.

On the third night after Talu’s resurrection, the fever returned.

It came suddenly, a storm in her blood. She collapsed to the ground, convulsing. Breath slowing. Heart stopping. Darkness swallowing her whole.

No gasp. No miraculous return.

She was still.

Hours later, as dawn pushed through her cracked shutters, Frieda opened her eyes not with the undead gasp the world had grown used to, but with the weak heaviness of someone who had truly come back from the edge.

Alive. But not untouchable.

And her heart screamed with the knowledge:
She could still die.

If the world discovered her, they would not worship her.
They would hunt her.

What's going to happen next? How will she survive if the world discovers it?

Every sunrise is a reminder: you still have time, you still have a chance, you still have a choice. Start today with hop...
20/08/2025

Every sunrise is a reminder: you still have time, you still have a chance, you still have a choice. Start today with hope. 🌅✨

19/08/2025

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19/08/2025

Hey everyone 👋 It’s been a while, since 2021 actually!
I took a long break, but I’m finally back to share more [stories and contents like I usually post].

Over the past years, I’ve grown, learned, and gathered new ideas that I can’t wait to bring here. 🌱
If you’ve been here since the beginning, thanks you for sticking around ❤️.
And if you’re just joining, welcome! You’re right on time for the next chapter.

Let’s make this space lively again, stories, conversations, and everything in between. 🚀
Stay tuned, the best is yet to come!

14/10/2021

Hello guys, it's been awhile and am sorry about that, my laptop was faulty and have fixed it but lost some documents and files including all the stories on it.
Thanks to those who checked up on me and those who never gave up, am saying a huge thank u to all of you
But am working on a new story, the Split emotions
By God's grace will start posting from tomorrow....

02/02/2021

The Boy Who Sneaks In My Bedroom Window
Chapter 6
I got changed quickly and walked out to the car. Liam was already there, leaning casually against the car, chatting happily with Justin and Spencer, another guy from my crew.
“Hey,” I chirped as I walked up to them.
Liam smiled a beautiful smile at me. “That’s my cue boys, gotta take the lady on our first real date. See you next week,” he said, waving them away with a flick of his hand.
Justin’s mouth fell open and he looked from Liam to me several times. “Date? But…. I mean…. what? I thought he was your brother’s best friend! You don’t even like him; you always say he’s a man-whore as***le. Whenever I’ve said to you about how hot he was, you just said that you wouldn’t touch his STD ass with a bargepole!” Justin said, frowning, and looking at me confused.
I groaned and closed my eyes. I was literally so embarrassed that I wished the ground would open up and swallow me. How could he just say that right in front of Liam? Not that I haven’t told him that to his face on more than one occasion, but I still felt awful. I heard Liam start to laugh so I risked a glance at him, he didn’t look angry or anything.
“Thanks, Jus,” I muttered, giving him a look that should be able to kill him on the spot.
Liam reached out and grabbed my hand, pulling me to his side, still laughing. “It’s a lady’s prerogative to change her mind,” he said to Justin with a wink, opening my car door for me.
“I’ll see you next week, guys, and I promise I won’t be late,” I vowed, kissing their cheeks before getting in the car. Liam gave them both the typical man hug handshake thing, and ran round to the driver’s side. When he started the car he looked over at me with a smile. “Sorry,” I muttered, blushing again.
“Don’t worry about it. It’s nothing I haven’t heard before out of your beautiful mouth,” he replied with a grin.
I couldn’t help but smile, he was full of the compliments today, but some part of me was worrying if he had said that to all the other girls. Was he expecting me to have s*x with him after a couple of dates? Because if he was, then he was going to be very disappointed. I decided that we needed to talk about it. I mean, what was the point in even trying, if he was just using me for s*x, and I wasn’t planning on giving it up anytime soon?
“So, where shall we go for lunch?” he asked, snapping me out of my little internal discussion.
“Um…. I don’t mind, what do you fancy?” I asked. He shot me a flirty look and a wicked smile. I rolled my eyes at him; he really is a s*x crazed player! “To eat, Liam,” I added, crossing my arms over my chest, trying to look stern.
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He just laughed and started driving. “How about Chinese? You like that, right?” he asked, glancing at me from the corner of his eye.
“Yeah, I love Chinese food!” I chirped happily, grinning like I’d won the lottery. Jake hated Chinese food so we hardly ever had it; Liam smiled and drove us to the restaurant on the high-street.
We were now sitting, eating our food. We had been chatting happily for nearly an hour and I was again surprised by how easy it was to talk to him. I’d known him for twelve years and I’d never really just spoken to him properly about stuff. His leg brushed mine under the table and made me jump, not because of my fear, but because it sent a little jolt through my system, making the hairs on the back of my neck prick up and my pulse quicken.
I decided now was the time to sort it out, there was only one other couple in the restaurant so we could talk freely, but I just didn’t know how to begin. “Liam, I think we need to talk about something,” I said quietly.
He cocked his head to the side slightly and looked at me curiously. “OK. What’s up?”
I took a deep breath, I just needed to get it out and see what he thought about it. “I really don’t know what you want from me; I mean, you can have any girl that you want. I’m an emotional wreck for goodness sake… I mean…. I flinch every time anyone touches me. I…. I can’t give you what you want,” I rambled, frowning. Wow, that came out a little different than I thought, but at least it got the point across.
“You’re worried about s*x,” he stated, looking at me knowingly, not seeming to be bothered by this conversation at all.
I gulped and nodded. “I just…. I’m not ready for anything like that, so if that’s what you want then there really is no point in starting anything,” I said quietly, looking down at my plate and wishing the ground would swallow me again.
He put his hand under my chin and lifted my face up to look at his; he was smiling his beautiful smile. “I can wait as long as you want. I really am crazy about you, it’s not about s*x,” he said tenderly, making my heart start to race.
Is he serious or is this a trick so I’ll give it up sooner? “What if I said I didn’t believe in ha**ng s*x before marriage?” I asked, testing him.
His eyes showed his amusement, but he just kept his face straight. “Then I’d say how about we get married as soon as you’re old enough. Eighteen is the legal age, right?” he replied, winking at me.
I laughed but was still unsure what he meant, I wasn’t eighteen for another two years, is he saying that he’ll wait two years for me? No s*x until after marriage wasn’t something that I believed in; I’d just wanted to see his reaction. “I don’t believe in that, but I don’t know how long it’ll be, Liam, honestly.” I chewed on my lip nervously.
“Angel, I said I can wait as long as you need. I want to be with you.” He looked me right in the eyes as he spoke. I didn’t see one ounce of doubt or trickery there and I felt hope building up inside me. Was he really that into me that he would wait for me?
“What about in three months’ time when you still haven’t gotten any, and some random girl throws herself at you, could you wait then?” I asked sceptically.
He laughed. “You really do think I’m some s*x crazed player, don’t you?” he asked. I nodded in confirmation. I didn’t think it, I knew it, he slept around a lot! “Do you know why I’ve been with all of those girls?” he asked, suddenly looking uncomfortable and embarrassed.
“They give good head?” I asked sarcastically. Is he really going to go into details about his s*x life to a girl he’s just told he’s crazy about and who is scared of having s*x? Does he actually not have a clue?
He choked on his laughter, and shook his head. “No, Angel. The reason I went with all those girls was to try and get over you. I wake up next to you every day. You send my mind and body into a frenzy. I can smell your hair when I close my eyes, or I can imagine how your hand feels when you lay it on my chest. It kills me every day to be so close to you, but be so far away,” he said, shaking his head and taking a deep breath, looking at me hopefully. “I thought maybe if I met someone else that I’d be able to stop thinking about you, but it didn’t work. Nothing works. When I’m with them, I wish it was you. When they laugh or talk, I can’t help but compare it to your voice or your laugh. It’s always been you; it’ll always be you, Angel.”
I couldn’t speak. What on earth do I say to that? I mean, I know he’s a player, but I was killing him? That sp*ech was so freaking adorable! “Oh,” I choked out.
He burst out laughing. “Oh? That’s all you can say?”
I nodded and laughed too. I still had no words to answer that little confession he’d just made. My head was still spinning and I knew if I said something now I would just make myself sound like an idiot. I leant across the table and took his hand, he smiled happily at me and that seemed to be all that was necessary.
My head was spinning with thoughts; I really didn’t know what to believe. He just made that huge confession about how he feels, but does that mean he’s not going to cheat on me? Well actually, we weren’t even officially a couple. Liam only ever did dates; he’s never had a girlfriend, so technically I have no claim on him anyway. I needed to be really careful, the more time I spent with this nice Liam, the more I liked him. I was in real danger of having my heart crushed.
My cellphone rang, saving us from the slightly weird silence. It wasn’t an awkward silence though, just strange, like he seemed perfectly content just to hold my hand and look at me. The caller ID said it was Kate. “Hey, Kate, what’s up?” I said cheerfully.
“Hey, Amber, want me to bring a movie for tonight?”
“Yeah sure. Nothing scary though.” I smiled and slapped Liam’s hand lightly as he tried to steal one of my spring rolls from my plate. ‘What?’ he mouthed to me innocently. I rolled my eyes at him and passed him my plate.
“I was thinking, Dawn of the Dead,” Kate replied.
I gasped; is she kidding me? “No way! I’m not watching that, it’ll scare the crap out of me!” I cried, horrified at the thought of watching a zombie movie. They made me so scared that I couldn’t be alone for days afterwards; I had to p*e with the bathroom door open for goodness sake!
I could hear her chuckling. “Please, Amby? I really want to see it,” she begged, I could imagine the puppy dog look on her face right now.
Liam was giving me a quizzical expression so I put my hand over the mouthpiece and whispered, “Dawn of the Dead.”
He widened his eyes slightly before giving me his smirk. “Don’t worry, Angel, I’ll protect you,” he whispered confidently, making me smile.
“Amby, please?” Kate begged again.
“Oh jeez alright fine, bring that damn movie,” I muttered, defeated.
At least Liam would be there, he always kept my nightmares away. It would only be bad when I was on my own, like in the shower or something. I guess I could always make him stand outside the door and read to me or something while I was in there, it’s not like he hasn’t done that for me before. I looked at him a little shocked, actually the more I thought about it, the more this sweet, funny Liam, popped into my mind. He quite often did little things for me that I never took any notice of before. Had he always been sweet to me, but I was just too prejudice to see it?
“So, what do you think, is that OK?” Kate asked.
I snapped back to reality. Crap, I hadn’t been listening to her at all! “Sorry, Kate, what? I didn’t hear you, sorry. I was panicking about that stupid movie.” I winced just at the thought of it.
She sighed. “I said that my mom and dad are going away for the weekend so do you think it would be alright if I just slept at yours tonight and tomorrow night? I don’t really want to stay on my own,” she said in a small voice. I looked at Liam and winced. If Kate stayed over that meant that he couldn’t, because she slept in the camp bed on my floor.
“Um sure, Kate, you can stay over for the weekend. Jake won’t mind,” I agreed reluctantly.
Liam shot his eyes up to mine, and he shook his head. ‘NO!’ he mouthed to me pleadingly. I just gave him an apologetic look and shrugged, I couldn’t say no to her, she was my best friend.
“Great. Well I’ll come over at about seven then, OK?” she chirped, sounding excited.
“Yeah, OK. See you.” I snapped my cellphone shut and looked back at Liam.
“The whole weekend? I don’t get to sleep for the whole weekend?” he whined, as soon as I had shut my phone.
“Sorry, but I couldn’t say no. Her parents are going away for the weekend and she doesn’t want to stay on her own.” I looked at him apologetically.
He sighed looking defeated. “OK sure. But you do know you’ve just agreed to watch a scary ass zombie flick and I’m not going to be there for the next two nights,” he stated with a cocky grin.
I gasped. I hadn’t thought about that! I didn’t sleep very well without Liam there, I had nightmares, bad ones, about my father, and now on top of that I would have zombie dreams too? Since I was eight years old I had only ever spent a few weeks away from Liam, like if one of us went on vacation, or one time he had chicken pox and I had to stay away from him for four days. Every time I was on my own, my dreams would be so bad that I would wake up screaming. I’d asked Jake to sleep in with me a few times when I was younger, but he didn’t stop the dreams so I just stopped asking him.
I knew that Liam didn’t sleep at all when he wasn’t with me. He literally laid there awake, not being able to get comfortable. He always said that his bed felt strange because he hadn’t slept in it since he was ten years old. He hated it when my friends came to stay and bi***ed about it the whole of the next day, dropping not so subtle hints that he wasn’t impressed at having to sleep in his own bed.
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“Well, I don’t know why you’re looking so cocky about it; you’re not going to sleep too brilliantly either.” I grinned, sticking my tongue out at him.
“Hmm, is that an invitation?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. I instantly realised what he was talking about, he was asking if I wanted to kiss him again because I showed him my tongue. I sure as heck did.
“Sure,” I purred, looking at him seductively, knowing that he couldn’t reach me over the table so he would have to wait until after we left the restaurant.
He immediately jumped out of his chair and bent down next to me, taking my face in his hands and kissing me, not seeming to care where we were or if people were watching. I took the initiative this time and traced my tongue along his bottom lip, he opened quickly and I slipped my tongue in. He moaned into my mouth, pulling me closer to him. The kiss was so good that it was making me slightly dizzy. He didn’t once try to touch me other than holding my face, which I was surprised about. Maybe he wasn’t just using me for s*x after all. I smiled against his lips and he pulled away, smiling at me too.
“Thanks,” he whispered, kissing me again quickly and then sitting back down opposite me as if nothing happened. OK, I am so not used to this whole dating and making out thing! “We’d better get going; I need to speak to your brother.” He frowned, looking sad and a bit scared.
“You’re not going to tell him, are you?” I asked, horrified at the thought of Jake knowing and going crazy.
He nodded. “Yeah, Angel. He’s known that I’ve liked you all this time, but he didn’t think that you liked me, so I need to talk to him about us actually dating.” He winced as he spoke; I would imagine that he was thinking about the ass kicking Jake would give him when he told him.
“Liam, why don’t we just leave that for a while, and then maybe in a couple of weeks, if everything is going well, then we can talk to him together. I mean, we don’t even know if it’s going to work out, do we?” I asked with a shrug. I didn’t really see the point in talking to Jake and upsetting everything if this wasn’t going to work out. In reality, how long would it last once he realised that I really wasn’t planning on sleeping with him anytime soon? When he got bored or desperate, he would run away from me to the nearest easy lay, screaming as he went.
He looked a little scared. “You don’t think it’ll work out?” he asked, his voice sounded hurt.
“Honestly? I just don’t think that you can wait, Liam. How long is it going to be before you decide that you’ve had enough and sleep with some bimbo?” I replied, hating the hurt expression that crossed his face.
“I promise I will never cheat on you, ever. I’ve waited too long for this chance; I’m not going to screw it up.” He took my hand and I could see the honesty in his eyes, he truly believed that he wouldn’t cheat, but he was a boy after all and his body would say something else eventually.
“Let’s just wait a while, OK?” I suggested, pulling my hand away and waving for the waiter. He came over immediately. “Hi, can we get the check please?” I asked with a smile, he nodded and walked off.
“I’m just going to go to the bathroom. If he comes back before I’m back, then use this, OK?” Liam instructed, handing me his wallet and walking quickly to the bathroom.
I winced; I think I really hurt his feelings saying that. Damn it, I could be so stupid sometimes! I watched him as he walked away, my eyes unconsciously focused on his ass. Wow, he really does have a nice ass! Someone cleared their throat next to me making me blush because I had just got caught staring. I looked up and the waiter was standing there with the check.
“Oh, sorry! I didn’t realise you were there,” I muttered, embarrassed.
“Don’t worry about it.” He handed me the receipt and bent down next to me so we were at the same level. He put one hand on the back of my chair and one on the table so I was trapped. My heart started to race. He was too close. “So, I’ve not seen you around here before. I definitely would have remembered a face as beautiful as yours,” he said, his eyes were boring holes into me, as he looked like he was imagining me naked.
I squirmed in my seat. “Er no, I’ve not been in here before,” I muttered uncomfortably, looking at the amount that was due and grabbing Liam’s wallet from my lap.
“I’m Simon.” He held out his hand for me to shake. I looked at it and gulped; I really didn’t want to touch him so I just fiddled with Liam’s wallet and pretended to be looking at something. I felt him playing with my pony tail and I felt sick. “So, what’s your name?” he asked, with a flirty smile.
“Her name’s touch her again and I’ll break your face,” Liam growled possessively from behind me. I physically relaxed.
The guy stood up immediately. “Sorry, I was just talking to your girlfriend that’s all. No harm done,” he said innocently.
“Right,” Liam replied, sounding really annoyed. He reached out and took the receipt and his wallet out of my hands, looked at it and then handed the guy the money still glaring at him. My breathing still hadn’t returned to normal, my heart was still racing. Liam held out his hand to me. “You ready, Angel?” he asked, not taking his eyes off the waiter. I took his hand and stood up, following him as he led us out of the restaurant. Once he closed the door he turned to me. “You alright? You look a bit pale.” He stepped closer to me and put his lips on my neck. I wrapped my arms around his waist and pressed myself against him, letting his smell fill my lungs, his breath blew down my back and shoulders, making everything in my body relax.
I pulled away after a couple of minutes. “I’m fine now.” I smiled at him reassuringly and he stroked the side of my face lightly. “Come on let’s get back. I need to help Jake clear up so he’ll buy pizza tonight,” I teased.
He smiled and as we walked to his car, he slipped his hand in mine. I couldn’t help but smile. It felt right for some reason; his hand just seemed to fit mine perfectly. It was so natural that it was almost too easy.
tbc...........

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