(039 - Beyond Chemistry.)

So in the last update, some people were insinuating that Tekena might be gay. Obara Jesus🤣! What?! How?! Because of his obsession with Jidenna? Plix 🤣. Tekena Joshua Tamuno likes boobs way too much to be gay, or even bi.

The reason why he was that way in the last update is because he still wants to control all affairs of Jidenna's life. But the fact that Jidenna has been spending time with Adela means his control over Jidenna is slowly slipping.

Someone even guessed and said he has OCD which is somewhat true. He is obsessive and aggressive but trust me, the bulk of his obsession isn't aimed at Jidenna. He just feels entitled to Jidenna for some sick reasons. If you grab, you grab.

For people that think he is a good friend to Jidenna, he kinda is but in his own twisted and messed up way. A path that only ends in destruction.

Sha, Tekena is not gay 🌚.

Now, are y'all ready to learn some chemistry?😌

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(Dawn Damipe Dayo)

The intro of Iggy Azalea ft Rita Ora's Black Widow started playing through the speakers of the dance studio and all the female dancers got into position with me taking the lead. I took in another deep breath, glancing at Collins who stood with the rest of the guys just a few distances from us, a smirk playing on his lips.

"The floor is yours." He said and I grinned, turning my head back to the front to stare at myself in the mirror ahead just as the intro slowly came to an end. So, I made the call.

"Five, Six, Seven, Eight." I counted and we started the Dance Drill, all of us on the floor moving together in synchronization just as Rita Ora started singing.

I'm gonna love you, until you hate me
And I'm gonna show you, what's really crazy

The rest of the Dance team that wasn't on the floor with us began to hype, cheer and hail us and I smiled into the mirror watching myself and the girls behind me dance with unmatched and intense vigor to the song, increasing our steps as the tempo of the song got faster.

At first, I was skeptical about choosing this song because of the constant switch in beat and increase in tempos but Collin's convinced me that it was the best song to test our flow, our pace, and how well we can control our body when the tempo and the beat of a song switches. He said it was also a way to test the capability of the new dancers that we had.

Now I understood what he meant. I was really enjoying myself.

I'm gonna love you, I'm gonna love you
Gonna love you, gonna love you
Like a black widow, baby

The boys flowed in when Iggy Azalea's rap began, the girls and I clearing the floor for them because it was their turn to dance. Temisan and George began to breakdance, hitting every beat of the rap with every deep intricate body and bone movement, pantomime, and acrobatic style.

This twisted cat and mouse game, always starts the same
First we're both down to play, then somehow you go astray

Temisan was better at head spins and back turns while George was just amazing at manipulating his body, especially his limbs to move at his command. Every move or turn they made elicited OHHs and HEYs from everyone watching, including me. Collins has not even joined them yet and the hype was loud enough. We'd probably blow the roof off this place when Collins joins them.

And he did join at the second part of the rap, his entrance as expected made the cheers get louder.

It's like I loved you so much that now I just hate you
Feelin' stupid for all the time that I gave you

"Okay Boy!" Lase hailed when he waltzed into the floor and I laughed, catcalling when Collins began to move in all his element, dissecting every beat of the song with every move of his body.

This boy is good! I nodded in approval and watched him dance, feeling his dance.

Collins was an all-rounder when it came to dancing. He knew how to dance the most popular dances. Afro, Break Dance, Hip Hop, Contemporary, and even robotics. At some point in JSS 3, he told me he was taking ballet lessons.

At first, I didn't take him seriously, well until I saw him wearing tights.

Yes, Collins was in a pantyhose.

I chuckled to myself at the memory.

He was like Michael Jackson, Usher and Chris Brown all rolled up in one. He wasn't as good as those masters yet obviously, but he had mad potential to be just as good as they are in the future.

He was legit the one person that challenged me in dancing, made me want to keep improving and improving till I become the best version of myself in dancing.

When Rita Ora's part began again, we ladies joined in on cue and all of us started dancing, Collins and I leading while the rest followed till we were all moving in sync. I stared at our reflection in the mirror, grinning from ear to ear as I watched our body move with mind-blowing energy and dance with unfathomable talent.

I don't think there is anything in the world that can make me as happy as watching myself and this amazing team do what we loved to do so much.

Dancing.

But I guess the Universe wanted to remind me that there was something else that made me just as happy, if not more, as dancing did.

Or rather - someone.

"You have a visitor," Collins whispered to me as we danced. My brows furrowed and I looked at him.

"What?" I asked in confusion. He nudged his head to the side, towards the door. Still dancing, my head followed the gesture, my eyes turning to look at the door.

And I swear, I almost tripped on air when I saw who was standing there.

Chima.

My eyes widened in slight surprise, not expecting him to be here at all.

He was standing right there, clad in his basketball jersey under his varsity jacket and over a pair of dark grey joggers and sneakers, looking just as handsome as ever.

Though leaving lazily against the wall, he still emitted that familiar aura of confidence and swag like he has always done, his head hung low as he stared at the screen of his phone, typing away.

How long has he been here?

I asked myself, still trying to keep up with the rest of the dancers as I stared at him.

Earlier today, we had agreed to meet up, but I thought he was playing basketball with the guys so I didn't expect him to show up here so early.

On instinct, Chima looked up and his lips automatically stretched into a big smile when his eyes met mine. It seemed like his mind was always on high alert, his instincts at work because he somehow always knew when someone was staring at him, especially if the person was me.

Or maybe he was just that way when it came to me.

I felt my lips tugging in a smile even when I tried to conceal it and concentrate on the dance instead of him. But it was hard. It was really hard with him staring at me the way he did. Even after all this while, his stare still affected me, made my heart skip beats in ways that would have killed me by now.

With his eyes still trained intently on mine and that charming and beguiling smile still quirked at the corners of his lips, Chima shoved his phone into the pocket of the joggers and pushed his back off the wall before walking over to seat with the rest of the dancers.

The new position he took made him have a closer and clearer view of me and for some reason, it seemed to intensify my vigor and energy to dancing.

I wanted him to watch me dance.

I wanted to show off for him.

So, I put in a lot more effort, moving to the beat with an intensified drive. I just wanted him to keep his eyes on no one else but me.

And when I glanced at him, he was staring at me quite alright, relaxing against his seat as his eyes followed my every move with avid concentration, his teeth nibbling at a corner of his lips... sexily if I might add.

"Oh, God..." I sighed breathless to myself, my forehead filled with beads of perspiration.

No, it wasn't because of the dancing. It was because of the boy staring at me.

Him watching me like that did things to me. Made my heart beat at a very rapid pace, I feared it would burst out of my chest. Made goosebumps sprout on my skin from the intensity of his eyes on me. But it also made me want to keep dancing. Made me want to keep giving him something to look at.

Was it selfish that I want him to just keep looking at me and me alone?

Let me be selfish if that's the case then.

Things between us have gotten a little more... intimate, after our date that night, after he poured his heart out to me unfiltered, undiluted, and raw in ways no one has ever done.

Everything he did, every gesture he made, every little look, even the littlest glance at me and the basal touches on my skin since that night felt more intimate than they used to, a lot deeper.

A month ago, feelings like this would have terrified the hell out of me. But not anymore.

These feelings excited me.

"Why do I feel like you are trying to impress Wonder Boy?" Collins' voice tore through my thoughts. I looked at him through the mirror and found him watching me with a knowing smirk playing on his lips.

I bit down against my lips to stop me from smiling even more.

"I'm not trying to impress him," I whispered back to Collins, trying not to get more distracted than I already was. The boy beside me chuckled, shaking his head.

"Nah. It's not me that you'll use to catch your sub," He said beside me. "I'm calling the dance drill off." He added, moving away from his position beside me. I chuckled, letting him call the dance drill off.

I actually appreciated him for it, but of course, I won't tell him that.

"Okay, that's it for today," He called to other dancers. "Thank you guys for showing up today. Really appreciate the sacrifice, especially for the SS3 students." He showed his gratitude and I nodded in affirmation to it.

I went to commend everyone on a job well done, most especially the guys that had danced as they left the studio one after the other.

Collins, of course, was the last to leave.

"So, you are not even going to thank me for getting you an alone time with Wonder Boy?" He quirked his brows teasingly, glancing at Chima over my shoulder.

I chuckled and rolled my eyes at the absurd nickname he called Chima. A nickname that had stuck since our Wonder Coast video blew up and everyone found out that Chima was just as badass a dancer as he was at shooting hoops and being an A-Class student.

"Thank you, Collins, for being the best assistant Dance Captain in the whole world," I told him, just trying to stroke his ego a little bit. And it worked because he was grinning from ear to ear, folding his hands across his chest in pride.

"I am, aren't I," He muttered to himself, stroking his scarcely bearded chin as he basked in the high praise. I chuckled and rolled my eyes again.

"Get out, Collins," I took his arm and started dragging him out. Thankfully, he didn't struggle, allowing me to pull him out of the studio.

"Don't do anything I wouldn't do!" He called out, loud enough for Chima to hear and start laughing. I groaned, successfully pushing him through the door and shutting it.

Collins is definitely not normal.

"You didn't have to call the Dance Drill off." I heard Chima say from behind me, and I turned around to look at him, biting down against my lower lips to stop myself from smiling.

"Collins was the one that called the Dance Drill off, not me," I answered, still trying to keep myself from smiling. Chima chuckled lightly, peering right at me.

"But you wanted him to, didn't you?" He asked, his brows quirking in question. "That's why you didn't stop him." He added with a knowing smirked quirked at the corners of his lips.

I didn't give him a definite answer, just sending him a half-hearted shrug in response. But the smile forcing its way to my lips gave him the answer he wanted, the answer I was sure he already knew. Chima chuckled again, stood up from where he was sitting, and began to make his way towards me.

I stood where I was, watching as Chima took his time to walk up to me, taking his steps steadily and audaciously. I could feel my heart picking a faster beat with every step he made towards me, with every step he got closer to me.

But I didn't let him see all of that, trying to keep my composure with my eyes trained on him like his were trained on me.

And till he got to me, my gaze didn't waver from his.

"Is that how bad you want us to be alone?" He asked once he was close enough to me, standing barely an inch away from me.

Yes! I wanted to scream but I stopped myself,

"Don't get ahead of yourself, Chima." I sassed instead, rolling my eyes comically and folding my hands over my chest.

Chima chuckled, the deep, throaty sound echoing through the quiet room and bouncing off the white walls. I watched his eyes scan my frame slowly, taking me in with intense eyes and a smile playing on his lips as if he liked what he was seeing.

"You look really good, Dawn" He whispered breathlessly, his tone husky and thick but at the same time soft and hypnotic. I started biting down against my bottom lip to stop the smiles from creeping their way up my face.

"Really?" I asked, dropping my hands to rest on my waist in akimbo.

"I mean it." He maintained and I chuckled, shaking my head.

"Chima, I'm dressed in a basic sports bra and Joggers. Plus, I'm covered in sweat," I gestured up and down my body, his eyes following the move of my hands with that smile still playing on his lips like he couldn't see what I was talking about.

"This isn't exactly the definition of good-looking," I added, returning my hands to my waist.

Chima chuckled again, closing the remaining distance between us with just one stride. I gasped sharply, a small Oh leaving my lips followed by a fit of giggles when he suddenly wrapped his hands around my waist. He gently pulled me to flush against his body, to the extent that I was standing on my tippy toes.

I grabbed his biceps to steady myself against him, trying to ignore the way his fingers trailed daintily on the hollow of my back.

This is the closest we have been since the night of our date.

"Chima, I'm sweaty," I whined but did not attempt to pull away from him. I liked my position just fine.

"I don't care," He replied, pulling me closer if that was even possible. I giggled, gripping his biceps. "You can as well be covered in mud, I'll still find you completely irresistible." He added, holding my gaze in his.

I rolled my eyes comically, unable to stop the smile from creeping up to my lips now. I took my hands off his biceps and used them to playful punch his chest.

"You are such a sweet talker," I told him, grinning from ear to ear.

"Only for you." Was his simple reply with a proud smirk playing on his lips. I laughed, drawing my hand up to wrap around his neck, pulling him down to a hug. He laughed with me, wrapping his hands completely around my middle.

"I've missed you," I heard him say, his voice coming out in muffled tones because his face was buried in my shoulder. I hummed in response, savoring the feeling of his hands moving delicately over my back in caresses.

We haven't really had any alone time since our date. After Semeeha opened up to us about feeling left out, I've been spending more time with the girls lately, just to bond better. Why Chima and I even agreed to meet up here was so we could go to my house together.

Do you remember when my mum asked me to invite him over for dinner? Well, today was the day and I was just as excited as I was nervous.

But now that he's here, I just wanted to salvage whatever minutes we had all to ourselves. No distractions.

"So," I drawled, pulling away from him a bit with my hands slipping down to his arms. "Are you excited to meet mum?" I asked and he smiled, shrugging.

"I'm quite excited, but not gonna lie, I'm a little nervous too," He confessed and I nodded in understanding. "But obviously not as nervous as you are." He added, peering right into my eyes when he said that. I jumped in defense, pulling away from him completely.

How did he know I was nervous?

"I'm not nervous," I lied, folding my hands over my chest in a defensive stance. Chima bobbed his head to the side, still peering at me. I looked away from his intense gaze, not wanting him to through my lie.

But of course, he did.

"It's okay to be nervous, Dawn." He whispered, stretching out his hands to hold mine and I let him. "You are scared things won't go well?"

"I'm scared things won't go well, then she'll stop me from hanging out with you," I told him, letting all my inhibitions out and laying it all on his laps. "After my last... relationship so to say, she hasn't really been eager to let me date anyone," I said.

"She doesn't want you getting hurt again." He summarized all I was saying into one simple sentence. I sighed, nodding.

"Yeah," I muttered. He nodded, a small smile quirking up his lips.

"Then I'll just have to show her that the last thing I'm ever going to do is hurt you, Dawn." He stated matter-of-factly. "I'll have to prove to her that..." He hesitated like he was trying to find the right words to use. "I'll have to prove to her that I care about you too much to hurt you."

And the way he said it, it felt like he was trying to assure me, not even my mum. My heart melted, but my anxiety and worries didn't melt out in the process.

"It's not going to be easy, Chima," I said, the anxiousness evident in my voice. "My mum won't make it easy for you. She'll definitely drill you and the last thing I want is for you to feel uncomfortable..." I rambled on, feeling uneasy.

"Hey," Chima whispered, moving closer to me and causing the rest of my words to trail off.

"Relax," He said, covered up the space I had created between us, and placed his hands on either side of my arms. I let out a breath, feeling his hands stroking them soothingly to calm me down.

"I'm trying to relax," I answered desperately. Mum won't take it easy on Chima and I wanted him to know that so that he can prepare himself for anything and a question mum might throw at him.

But he obviously didn't bother because he chuckled, and just the sound of that rich, deep tone calmed me down. If he was nervous like he said was, he wasn't showing it. He was more in control of his anxiousness than I was.

"You don't have to worry about me." He stated, a reassuring smile playing on his lips. "Trust me, okay?" I sighed and nodded.

"Come, let's dance for a bit." He took my hand, pulling me to the dance floor. My brows furrowed, but a smile stretched across my lips.

"You want us to dance?" I asked him and he chuckled, shrugging. "Chima, it's almost 3:30 pm, we have to get going," I whined, even though I still let him pull me towards the dance floor.

"Not when you are on edge," He said, and I chuckled lightly. "Come on," He urged, pulling me further to the center of the room. "Let's dance away those worries, hmmn." He quirked his brows and I nodded, unable to stop the smile from spreading over my lips.

Chima brought his phone out of his pocket and connected his BlueTooth to the speakers of the studio. He tapped a few buttons and soon, Halsey's Without Me started playing through the speakers. After dropping his phone on the stool, he came to stand back to stand in front of me, leaving centimeters worth of space between us.

I took in a shaky breath, watching quietly as he shrugged off his varsity jacket, revealing the armless jersey he had underneath. He slowly pulled the sleeves off, his muscles flexing at the slight movement he made. Chima wasn't buffed up, but his muscles were defined and evident, meaning any slight movement could make them bulge out.

Like they were doing right now.

And all this while he was getting ready, he kept his eyes trained on me.

Just as mine were trained on him.

"Follow my lead," He instructed calmly and I nodded, like someone spellbound, watching him step away from me just as the intro ended and the lyrics began to play out.

Found you when your heart was broke
I filled your cup until it overflowed

I couldn't stop my mouth from gaping slightly as I watched Chima dance and moved to the beat of the song, dissecting the lyrics and turning them into moves I have never seen before. He flowed to music, dancing with such swag and ease, mixed with unfathomable passion without breaking a sweat.

Took it so far to keep you close...
I was afraid to leave you on your own

When those lyrics came up, he swerved towards me and in the blink of an eye, he had his hands around my waist, flushing my body against his with no space between us, his lips brushing slowly over the bridge of my nose. I gasped sharply at the sudden action, my body pressed against his.

Even with the tension of our bodies pressed against each other, I could all my worries and anxiety slipping away. And all this happened in just one moment.

But in that same moment, just as I was about to lean into his hold, he pulled away and continued dancing like he had not done anything, leaving my mind in a complete haze.

"Wow..." I muttered breathlessly, gulping in a breath of fresh air watching him continue to dance as the song kept going.

Tell me how's it feel sittin' up there
Feeling so high but too far away to hold me

The chorus began and Chima's dance entered another dimension entirely, different from anything I have ever seen before. He took each lyric of the song and used it to tell a story, used it to pass a message. His moves had me fascinated and entranced, his passion causing chills to run down my spine and goosebumps to sprout on my skin.

Collins might dance with energy and vigor, but Chima danced with passion. A passion I have never seen anyone exhibit before. A passion that drew me in and shook me to the core.

And like an addict to cocaine, I became hooked on Sochima Ansel Johnson.

He stopped dancing when the chorus started coming to an end, walked towards my dazed state, and stretched his hand out for me to hold.

"Don't let me dance alone." He whispered, a way of telling me to join him. And I smiled, letting my hands rest in his, and allowing him to pull me in for the second verse of the song.

Gave love 'bout a hundred tries...
Just running from the demons in your mind

I allowed Chima to take the lead, mimicking his every move till we were dancing in sync. It now felt like we were dancing to a ballad, me moving away with my moves and Chima reaching out for me and pulling me to himself constantly. I glanced at the mirror and almost burst into tears at the reflection that stared back at me.

A reflection of how perfect we fit, how perfectly we complemented each other.

The Intense Chemistry we emitted could knock an entire school out.

And as if things couldn't get any more mind-blowing, Chima seemed to have other ideas on how to spice things up as the second verse came to an end.

And then I got you off your knees
Put you right back on your feet
Just so you can take advantage of me

He pulled me till my body was pressed against his again. Chest to Chest, Body to Body was how we stood. His left hand took its position loosely around my waist while mine sat on his chest, feeling his heartbeat against my palm.

Tell me how's it feel sittin' up there
Feeling so high but too far away to hold me

When the chorus began, Chima began to rock his hips against mine, breaking it to the beat of the song. I followed his move, rocking mine against his, slowly... sensually. I gasped when I felt his grip tighten around my waist, pressing our hips closer, his forehead pressed against mine.

Oh my...

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(Heuw! What is this Steaminess🥵🔥)

This new dance step was intimate on levels I have never felt before. I could feel Chima's unsteady breath fanning my face, his heart beating heavily against my palm. My heart was beating rapidly against my chest, the friction of our hips moving against each other giving me wild thoughts.

I could feel him. All of him.

And I wasn't terrified one bit.

Chima gripped my waist gently as if to tell me to stop moving it. My breathing was just as uneven as his were, but there was something more about the way he was. More intense. Like this affected him more than it affected me. His heart was beating at a more accelerated speed, I feared it would burst out of his chest.

The song now forgotten, he took his hands away from my waist and brought them to my face, angling my head towards his. His eyes were closed, and somehow, I knew if he opened them, what I might see on his orbs might terrify me.

But I didn't care. Right now, I didn't.

"Chima," I whispered softly, my voice sounding more croaked and hushed than I intended to.

"I want to kiss you so bad, but I don't want to do something you are not ready for."

He said in one breath, causing my breath to hang in my throat. His voice was raw and thick with pure and unadulterated emotions, strained like he was hanging on the last shred of self-control that he had. The way he held my face away from his, it was like he was trying his best not to make a move on me.

But I wanted him to.

"Chima," I whispered again, like that was all I could say.

"But It's so hard," He continued, his voice sounding so throaty and husky, he almost sounded pained. "It's so hard to resist you, Dawn." He said.

"Then don't resist me," I said before I could stop myself. That statement made his eyes fly open and I almost fell from the intense emotions I saw in them.

But I stood my ground, wanting him to know that I meant every word. Needing him to know that I want this.

I want him to Kiss Me.

"Don't Resist." I repeated in a whisper.

He peered at me intently, wanting to see for himself if I had any doubts. But I didn't have any, showing him that I really wanted to do this. I don't know where the sudden boldness came from, but I liked it. I suddenly wasn't scared of the future, all I wanted was to live in the present.

Right Here, Right Now.

Chima sighed when he realized that I meant what I said, his hand angling my face towards his. I sighed, my eyes fluttering close when I felt his lips brush my forehead daintily, my hands fisting his jersey. His lips moved lower, pressing against the tip of my nose.

Then his lips moved lower again, just a breath away from my lips. Any slight movement and our lips would brush against each other.

And that was what he did.

He moved his head closer, brushing his lips against mine ever so slightly, causing me to gasp sharply. Just that simple action had chills running down my spine and my skin sprouting in goosebumps. He was teasing me, leaving me yearning for more.

Kiss Me!

As if he heard my inaudible desperate plea, he leaned in to kiss me...

CRASH!!!

Chima and I jumped apart at the sudden crash of chairs on the floor. I turned around, trying to look for what had caused it because no freak wind could push stakes of chairs to the ground. And when I saw what had caused it, my mouth flew open in shock.

What the F?

"Collins?" I called incredulously, staring at the tall, dark boy that stood beside the fallen stake of chairs, looking like a kid with his hands caught in a cookie jar. I glanced back at Chima, who looked just as shocked as I was.

"This," Collins began, gesturing to the fallen chairs. "Isn't what it looks like I swear," He said, holding his hands up in surrender. "You guys can keep going, act like I'm not even here, because Wow!" He suddenly began to fan himself with his hands. "Is it hot in here? Is the AC working?" He rambled, pulling on his top.

"What in the heavens are you doing here, Collins?" I had to ask because I saw this boy leave about thirty minutes ago. "You are supposed to be home by now."

"Yeah, I am. I totally am." He affirmed. "But when I got to the parking lot, I realized that I forgot my jacket," He pointed to the jacket still seating on one of the fallen stake of chairs, picked it up and continued rambling.

"So I came back to get it. The door was opened so I just walked in. But when I saw you guys being so electrifying, I just had to watch-"

"Wait," Chika cut him off. "How long have you been in here?" He asked and my eyes widened, the possibility of Collins seeing and hearing everything filling my mind.

Jesus Christ!

"Do you want me to be honest?" Collins asked rhetorically, a teasing smile playing on his lips. A smile that told me he actually heard things. " 'Cos yo! You guys were almost getting to down base five with that dance-"

Jesus Christ! I screamed again in my mind.

"Collins get out!" I snapped, cutting him off. The idiot started laughing at my expense, his hands raised in mock surrender.

"Fine, I'll leave," He said, his lips turned in a smirk. "You guys can actually continue o. Like, just keep going. See ehn, I approve of anything y'all want to do in here. I won't tell anyone. Just lock the door next time-"

"Collins!" I screamed and the boy ran out, his loud laughter echoing.

I quickly ran to the door and turned the lock just in case the mad boy decides to come in again, wishing I had locked it earlier. If I had done that, Collins wouldn't have interrupted us, and maybe Chima and I would have...

My mind just suddenly seemed to register what was about to happen minutes ago, digesting it. My eyes widened like saucers as it dawned on me like someone dowsing me with cold water.

Oh My God.

Chima and I almost kissed.

We were actually going to kiss.

My hand came up to my face and my fingers touched my lips, my mind replaying the way Chima's lips had brushed mine ever so slightly. We were so close.

If Collins had not interrupted, we'd have actually done it.

Oh Wow...

"Hey,"

I felt his breath fanning the back of my ear, causing me to abruptly turn around, bumping into him in the process. That's how close he was to me. He wrapped his hands around me to steady him against his body, stopping my me from tripping and falling because I was on edge.

But the fact that I was pressed against him again didn't help matters. The boldness from earlier on had vanished into thin air.

"Are you okay?" He asked, his eyes holding concern and worry as he peered at me. Shy all of a sudden, I averted my gaze from him, trying to steady my racing heartbeat.

It's extraordinary, how he's able to keep his emotions in check, looking unaffected like I was by what happened few minutes ago.

"I- I- I'm f-fine." I said, my voice coming out in a stutter, giving off that I was disoriented. Chima chuckled lightly, grabbing what was going on with me.

"Relax, Dawn," He whispered calmly, soothingly.

"We almost Kissed, Chima." I reminded him. "Unlike you, I can't be relaxed."

"Oh, trust me," He started, his voice suddenly switching from calm to raw in the twinkling of an eye. "You don't want to know how unrelaxed I have right now." The rawness and thickness of his voice told me he wasn't playing.

"I'm going to kill Collins," I muttered to myself, but Chima heard me because he chuckled.

"Hold that thought. We'll do it together, trust me." He said and I giggled. "But for now, we should get going." He said, and my eyes widened in remembrance.

The Dinner.

"Oh my God. I completely forgot!" I stepped away from Chima to go pack my things.

Of course you forgot. It's man that has filled your head. Daughter of Zion in the Sewers.

My subconscious mocked me and I chuckled to myself.

When I checked my phone I saw one missed call from Mum and another from Dean. I shot them a quick text to tell them I was on my way.

"Ready?" Chima called when I was done packing and I nodded. When I got to him, he stretched his right hand out for me to take.

"Come on now. Don't tell me you are suddenly too shy to take my hand. You were rather bold minutes ago." He smirked and I chuckled, shaking my head.

"Of course I'm not shy." I answered, slipping my and into his. Then he did it again, that gesture he loved to do anytime we held hands.

He wove his fingers through mine, intertwining them tightly, yet gently between each other and began to brush his thumb over the back of my palm. I took in a deep sigh, allowing the gentle feeling of his slight touch envelop me, my lips stretching to a wide, contented grin.

Scratch what I said before. This isn't just attraction or Chemistry.

This was something more.

Something Beyond.

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So... that happened 🌚.

Chima is honestly too hot for his own good😫. I mean, he might not me the most handsome guy in the book, but he definitely has moves. Like, mad moves. He will soon burn Dawn. Dawn has even caught fire already, there is no saving her.

Igbo boys and knowing how to whine their waist tho🥵🔥. It's a gift from their ancestors.

I had to divide this chapter into two. I was supposed to write about the family dinner in this chapter but after writing all this steamy steaminess, the word count even exceeded my lowest. So, the next chapter is going to be about the family dinner and I am so excited to write about it.

Do you think Dawn's parents will like Chima?

Till the next update, you know the drill. Kisses 😘.