(076b - One Hundred Percent Part 2)

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𝐉𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐍𝐀
(Jidenna Leo Okojie)

I sat on the bench, tapping my foot anxiously, my eyes constantly darting to the entrance of the park.

My fingers drummed against my knee, the soft rustling of palm trees, the distinct laughter of children and people, and vendors calling out for people to buy things barely registered in my mind.

Why was I so nervous?

Maybe because today would probably be the most defining day in my and Adela's relationship.

I stood up abruptly, unable to stay still for the life of me, and started pacing the length of the bench. The minutes ticked on my watch, each one stretching into eternity.

Adela had given me thirty minutes to show up but I managed to get here in fifteen, driving like a chronic max man in the road. My heart raced the entire time, adrenaline pumping through me like fuel. And now, here I was, with all that energy and nowhere to dump it.

What if she doesn't come? What if she changed her mind?

Or worst still, what if she came, didn't see me, got impatient, and left?

Argh! Just the mere thought of that made my stomach churn.

I brought out my phone from my pocket to see if she had replied to my text telling her that I was already here.

Nothing. She had read the message but she didn't reply.

Shit. Was she angry with me? She didn't sound like it over the phone.

Stop overthinking, Jidenna. I ran my hand through my hair, ruffling it up.

The waiting was torture. I had to force myself to sit back down, but the bench felt uncomfortable like it was made of spikes instead of wood. I checked the time and saw that it was exactly thirty minutes now.

Adela, please where are you?

But then, just when I was about to stand up and pace again, I looked to the entrance and caught sight of a figure. My heart skipped a beat, and for a moment, I forgot how to breathe.

Where I was sitting was quite a distance to the entrance so I shouldn't have been able to tell if it was her, especially with how bad my vision was.

I hoped... no, I knew it was her.

Everything screamed Adela.

Immediately, I shot up to my feet, my heart pounding in my chest. The world seemed to slow down, everything else fading into the background as my eyes locked onto her, watching as she walked further into the park.

Fuck, she was a vision.

Adela was wearing a short denim skirt that hugged her figure perfectly, showing off those long, toned legs of hers, her top a long-sleeved crop, simple yet stunning, revealing just enough of her smooth, brown skin to drive me wild. The way it clung to her, teasing the soft curves underneath, made my breath hitch.

She complemented her entire look with heeled sneakers, adding to the effortless charm she always carried.

And then there was that little hint of gold—a waist chain peeking out from the band of her skirt.

Damn... her waist chains.

It was like a secret, meant for only my eyes.

My eyes followed that tiny flash of metal, mesmerized, before tracing up her flat stomach to her chest, then to her face.

Her hair was braided, falling neatly over her shoulders, each braid perfectly done, framing her beautiful face. She looked radiant, her natural beauty so breathtaking it was almost unfair.

How can someone look this classy... this demure?

Even from a distance, I could see the soft sheen on her skin, the curve of her lips, and those eyes... those dark, captivating eyes that had seen through me more times than I cared to admit.

I was so lost in taking her in that I almost didn't notice when her gaze shifted and she saw me.

And when our eyes met, a bolt of electricity shot through me, my entire body tensing as if her gaze had physically touched me.

Her eyes widened slightly in recognition, and I could see a mix of emotions flickering across her face—surprise, curiosity, and something else I couldn't quite place. My heart was pounding so loudly that I was sure she could hear it from where she stood.

I felt rooted to the spot, unable to do anything but stand there like an idiot, staring at her with what I was sure was the most smitten expression I'd ever worn.

She smiled, just a small, tentative smile, and I felt the tension in my chest release, warmth spreading through me like sunlight.

That's a good sign, right?

I wanted to say something, anything, but my throat was suddenly dry, and all I could do was stare at her, marveling at how someone could look so effortlessly perfect.

She walked towards me, and each step she took made the hammering of my heart in my chest even louder. When she finally reached me, we just stood there for a moment, staring at each other. Her eyes locked onto mine and I felt myself drowning in their depths.

"Adela..." I whispered, her name slipping out of my mouth like a plea.

It was all I could bring myself to say, all I could manage as I stood there, feeling like the ground might give way at any moment and swallow me whole.

She tilted her head to the side slightly, studying me for a bit. I felt naked under her scrutiny.

"How long have you been here?" She asked, her voice soft.

I blinked, the question pulling me out of my trance. Then, I glanced down at my watch, my mind scrambling to make sense of the time.

"Fifteen minutes... give or take," I responded, watching her. Her expression didn't change much, but there was a flicker of something in her eyes.

"So," she drawled, taking another step closer to me. "You got here fifteen minutes after I called?" She asked, as if to confirm the time frame. I nodded, swallowing the lump in my throat.

"I didn't want you to leave," I whispered.

For a moment, she didn't say a word. All she did was stare at me with a look that made my knees go weak. Her eyes locked unto mine, dark and smoldering, as if she was searching for something deep inside me, something that only she could see.

I took that as my cue to spill it all out and tell her everything I had said over the phone, desperate to bridge the gap that had formed between us because of my idiocy.

But just as I opened my mouth to speak, before I could get any word out, she lifted her hand in a fluid, almost deliberate motion and pressed her index to my lips, silencing me.

"Shut up," she whispered.

I was confused, my mind racing to understand what she meant. But then, she did something that knocked the breath right out of me.

She tipped up on her toes and wrapped her arms around me, pulling me into a hug.

Oh, my...

For a second, I couldn't move, couldn't breathe. It was like my brain had short-circuited, unable to process that she was actually hugging me. But then, it didn't take me long to snap out of it.

I pulled her closer, my hands sliding to the small of her back, pressing her tightly against me. My heart pounded wildly, the intensity of the moment nearly overwhelming me.

This was everything I had been aching for—just to hold her again, to feel her warmth against me.

Adela sighed softly, and I felt her fingers glide up to the nape of my neck, threading into my hair. She knew exactly how I liked it, her touch sending shivers down my spine. Her fingers buried themselves in my hair, gently tugging, and I couldn't stop the low, satisfied groan that escaped from the back of my throat.

God, I had missed this—missed her touch, the way she seemed to know just how to drive me crazy without even trying.

I buried my face into the hollow of her neck, inhaling her familiar scent, a mix of something sweet and distinctly her. My breath hitched as I nuzzled closer, pressing my lips against the soft skin of her neck. I tightened my grip on her, almost as if I was afraid she'd slip away if I didn't hold her tight enough.

My hands roamed up and down her back, tracing the curves I knew so well.

"I missed you," I whispered, my voice heavy with emotion, muffled against her neck.

I could feel her heartbeat through the thin fabric of her crop top, strong and steady, matching the wild rhythm of my own.

Adela responded by holding me even closer, her fingers tightening in my hair, and I couldn't help but pull her tighter against my body, wanting—needing—every inch of her.

She tilted her head slightly, allowing me to plant a soft kiss just below her ear, the involuntary yet intimate gesture making her shiver in my arms.

"I missed you too," she breathed out, her voice barely above a whisper. The sincerity in her words made my heart swell, the relief washing over me like a tidal wave.

And at that moment, I knew I wanted her with every fiber of my being.

One Hundred Percent.

We found a secluded spot in the park to sit.

It was still early in the afternoon, the sun was high in the sky but the weather was still pretty cool, so we didn't have to look for a shade. Families were having picnics, children were playing, people were walking around, and some were seated on benches.

But Adela and I still had our privacy.

She sat beside me, her head resting on my shoulder with her right hand in my left. My hand was clasped protectively around hers, our fingers intertwined as I absentmindedly caressed the soft skin of her palm with my thumb.

We have been seated here for a while, in sweet, absolute silence. There was something comforting in the quiet, in just being near her, being able to breathe the same air as her.

After a while, she lifted her head from my shoulder. I turned to look at her, knowing she had something on her mind, something she wanted to say.

"About my parents and your father..." she began, her tone almost hesitant.

Oh, that.

"You don't have to say anything, Adela," I said gently. But she shook her head, that defiance I have come to really adore shining in her eyes.

"I want to," she said, slowly slipping her hand out of mine and turning her body on the bench slightly so she could face me better. I watched her, trying to push the small pant of longing that came with the absence of her hand in mine.

"Heaven knows, I didn't get close to you because I wanted to get information from you," she started. "I honestly didn't even know anything about it until Tekena pointed it out that night," she added.

"I believe you," I said without hesitation, and I saw the relief washing over her, her shoulders relaxing. "Though, I have to ask. What night was that?"

"The day you came over, that I saw your scars," she answered, and I nodded slowly, the image taking form in my head. "You slept off for a while and I got a text from him saying he was outside my house. I had to hear what he had to say."

"Yeah, we had a fight that day," I told her. "He must have been really pissed to show up at your house like that because he knew I was there," I added, scoffing at the sheer immaturity of it.

"But," she started again and I looked at her. "Just because Tekena is full of shit ninety percent of the time doesn't mean I didn't look into what he said about your father and my parents," she admitted.

I stayed silent, absorbing her words.

"I had to be sure he wasn't just bluffing, or trying to get under my skin," she continued. "And truly, he wasn't. My parents really took up your father's case as the prosecuting counsel. At that point, it finally made sense why my mum reacted as she did when she heard your last name." She said, her voice growing a little quiet.

"Why didn't you tell me then?" I asked, genuinely curious. Adela sighed softly.

"Because I didn't think you needed to know," she answered in a whisper. I frowned slightly.

"Why would you think that?"

"Because you already have so much to deal with," she responded, her eyes trained intently on me. "Maybe there was a little selfish side to it too. Maybe I didn't want you to think that I was really doing what Tekena accused me of. But then, it's one thing that your father abuses you. It's another thing to find out that he is a chronic criminal."

The way she said that last part with so much bluntness hit me, I had to laugh. It wasn't until then that she realized what she said.

"No offense," she whispered apologetically.

"Oh, none taken," I brushed it off, my laughter subsiding. "I've always known Kingsley was into different kinds of shady shit... I just didn't know the details of it. And the fact that Tekena found them out means there is more. I doubt it all stops at embezzlement and pedophilia."

Just the words made my skin crawl in disgust.

"I decided not to look into the details myself because I know me," Adela chimed in. "I'll start digging and I might not like what I'd find at the bottom of the well," she said.

As she said that, I knew the answer.

All she will find is Death. So many deaths.

My mind flashed back to that night at the house. The Room.

That night was still ingrained in my memory, and I was unable to unsee it. I had watched Kingsley order the death of a man without as much as baiting an eyelid or breaking a sweat. The coldness in eyes, the sadism in his voice, his fucking laugh.

I will never forget any of it.

All of that, wasting someone's life, just to cover his tracks. It made me wonder how many people he'd killed off like that

But I couldn't tell Adela all this. The last thing I wanted to do was unload all that burden on her. She didn't need to know.

For her own safety.

But then, a question formed in my mind.

"Adela," I called, my voice serious. "Since your mum knows who my father is and knows exactly how dangerous he is, why hasn't she stopped you from seeing me? I know I would if I was her,"

"Because I'm a disobedient child," she answered so casually, it made me laugh.

She joined in, chuckling.

"But seriously," she continued and I listened. "I don't think my mum would ever ask me to do that. I'm sure she knows you are not your father or anything like him. Besides..." she shrugged, "she might want me to get information from you," she added.

Now, that last statement piqued my interest.

"Really?" I asked, my eyebrow tugged in question.

"I mean, she hasn't said it yet or asked me to do it," her expression was thoughtful. "But she is a lawyer. She might eventually hit a brick wall and need an informant on the inside. You being his son... well, that's the perfect icing on the cake." She explained.

Interesting.

"But like you said," Adela went on. "She knows just how dangerous your father is and she knows she will be putting you at a lot of risk just asking you to do that. So, I guess she'd rather hire a professional or something." She said.

"What if I want to help?"

The question flew out of my mouth before I could stop myself, shocking both Adela and myself. Adela visibly froze, her eyes widening in shock.

"What?" She muttered, blinking.

I shrugged, trying to be casual about it even though my heart was racing at the implications of my words.

"If your mum needs information, I can help her get it," I repeated. "I just... I don't know how or where to start." I said.

Adela wasn't having it.

"Jidenna, the last thing I'd do is burden you with something as huge as this," she said, trying to dissuade me. "As much as your father is a criminal, he is still your father." She reminded me.

Yeah, right. I scoffed at the irony of it.

"Yes, he is my father, but he is more of a tyrant than a father," I stated pointedly. "You've seen the scars on my back. That's not something a father would inflict on his son," I shook my head, laughing humorlessly.

Adela's face fell.

"Jidenna," she whispered. I could hear the pity in her voice, the way it trembled with emotions that showed how sorry she was for me.

That was the cue I needed.

I didn't miss her this last month, only to come out here and ruin the mood by talking about a man like Kingsley Okojie. The mention of that name alone was enough to suck the life out of everyone and everything unfortunate to hear it.

"We should probably stop talking about him," I offered, my tone slightly playful. Adela laughed softly, the sound a welcome relief to the tension.

"Agreed," she didn't hesitate. "This was definitely not why I brought you out here," she added.

Oh really?

I smirked, leaning in closer, my eyes locked on hers, reading every flicker of emotions that passed through those deep, soulful pools of brown.

"Yeah? Then why did you bring me out here?" I asked, the tone of my voice lower, deeper.

Adela's lips curled into that mischievous smile of hers, a glint in her eyes that held a playful challenge.

"Isn't it obvious?" she teased, her voice like silk, brushing against my skin.

I knew what she meant, could feel the answer in the way her body subtly leaned toward mine. She had said it earlier when we hugged but it wasn't enough because she wasn't looking into my eyes when she said it.

So, I leaned in even closer, the heat between us rising with every inch that disappeared between our bodies.

"I want to hear you say it, Adela,"

My voice dropped into a low, husky murmur that I knew would send shivers down her spine.

I heard her breath catch in her throat, could feel the soft tremor that ravished her bother, could feel the way her heart was racing just as fast as mine. My hand brushed lightly against her arm, the touch barely there, but enough to send sparks shooting through the both of us.

She remained stubborn, her eyes holding mine with a defiance that only made her more irresistible.

"I already told you earlier... when we hugged," she whispered, her voice trembling slightly.

"You weren't looking at me when you said it then," I maintained, not taking my eyes off her even for a moment. "I want you to look me in the eye and say it again."

Her breath hitched and for a moment, it seemed like she was going to resist again. But then, she finally relented, her body relaxing.

"I missed you," she confessed, holding my gaze intently with hers, her voice barely more than a breath yet heavy with emotions.

"Yeah?" My voice was a low growl now, the words filled with rawness. "How much?" I asked- no, demanded.

My lips were literally hovering just mere inches from hers. I could feel the way every fiber of my being ached to close the distance and finally taste what I'd been craving.

I wanted to kiss her. I have been dying to.

Just one move... one move, Adela.

The air around us was thick with tension, with an unspoken desire that crackled between us like a live wire. She brought her bottom lip between her teeth, and my eyes followed the movement. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, her breath mingling with mine, and for a moment, I thought she might give in.

That she might even initiate it.

I kinda wanted her too.

But then, breathlessly, she managed to find her voice.

"We're outside, Jidenna," she reminded me, her tone laced with a mix of playful caution and desire, as if she was trying to convince herself as much as me.

"I don't care," my response came in a heartbeat.

My hand, almost of its own accord, began to creep up her thigh, my fingers trailing along her exposed skin. The sensation was electric, the softness of her skin sending jolts of pleasure through me as I traced the curve of her leg, feeling the warmth radiating from her body.

For a brief moment, I could almost feel her surrender to it, could feel her leaning into me, her body responding to my touch.

But then, just as quickly, she caught herself.

With a playful slap, she knocked my hand away, her eyes wide with a mix of surprise and amusement.

"Jidenna!" she chided, her voice filled with mock scolding, but I could see the smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "You're a very bad boy."

I couldn't help it—I burst into laughter, the sound rich and deep, filling the space around us. Her playful push against my chest only made me laugh harder, the air between us shifting into something lighter, yet still crackling with that underlying desire.

"Okay, okay. I surrender," I chuckled, raising my hands in a gesture of mock defeat. She pushed at my chest again, making me laugh.

But before she could pull her hand away, I caught it, holding it against my chest, letting her feel my heartbeat.

Letting her feel what she did to me.

I caressed her hand gently, my thumb brushing over her knuckles as I looked into her eyes, my laughter fading into something more sincere.

"I missed you too," I confessed, my voice soft, breathless.

The honesty in my tone made her smile, her expression softening into something tender and real.

"Tell me something," I said after a while, my voice breaking through the comfortable silence.

"What?" she asked, curiosity in her eyes.

"Anything," I replied, my voice gentle. "Something you've never told me before."

She tilted her head slightly, considering, her eyes narrowing in thought. For a moment, I wondered if she would brush off the question with a joke or a tease. But then, her expression shifted, as if she'd found exactly what she wanted to say.

"I have just the perfect thing," she said, her voice carrying a hint of mystery that only made me more intrigued.

"What is it?" I urged, my curiosity getting the better of me.

Adela hesitated. It was as if she was contemplating whether to let me in on that something.

"Come on," I coaxed, my tone soft but encouraging. "You can tell me," I assured her. She took a deep breath as if gathering the courage to say the words out loud.

"Okay," she whispered. "When we were in JSS class, basically from JSS 1 to JSS 3, maybe spilling over to SS 1 a bit," she began, her voice barely above a whisper. I nodded, urging her to go on.

She took in another deep breath.

"I had a huge crush on you."

Ehn?

That revelation knocked the breath right out of me. For a moment, I just stared at her, my mind struggling to process what she had just said.

Adela liked me back then? When we were in JSS class? It seemed impossible, almost absurd.

My image back then was nothing like the one I have in SS. I wasn't confident—I was timid, and awkward, the kind of kid who preferred to blend into the background rather than stand out.

I wasn't even the most attractive guy either; far from it, actually. My face had been a battlefield of acne, it was like adolescence took a worse toll on me than anyone else. I wore thick, unflattering glasses that always seemed to slip down my nose at the worst times.

And my braces—those damn braces—were a source of endless embarrassment.

I felt like I had all the wrong things going for me, and I couldn't imagine anyone—especially someone like Adela—seeing me in any kind of romantic light.

If it wasn't for Kizito being feared by practically everyone in our class, heaven knows I would've been bullied at some point.

I was just Jidenna, the quiet, nerdy kid who tagged along with the cool, tough guy like Kizito and pretty girls like Hilary, Dawn, and Semeeha. And yet, here Adela was, telling me that she had a huge crush on me all those years ago.

She was so out of my league then that I didn't pay much attention to her, didn't think she noticed me. Hell, she was still way out of my league now, even.

The idea that she had liked me when I was at my most vulnerable, my most unsure, most insecure... it was hard to wrap my head around.

I was completely floored, stunned by the revelation. But it made everything make sense.

She talked about liking it better when I was using my glasses instead of contacts. She was the reason I went to dig out my glasses again.

Oh wow.

"You... what?"

I finally managed to stammer, completely shocked out of my mind. Adela laughed softly, shrugging as she blushed slightly.

"Yeah," she admitted, her voice suddenly shy but honest. "I had the biggest crush on you. You were just so... I don't know, cool, and kind, and gentle... and really easygoing too. I mean, you didn't have any issues. You were just yourself..." She trailed off, her eyes sparkling with nostalgia, as if she was remembering a version of me that even I had forgotten.

I kinda knew where this story was heading.

"And then, Tekena showed up," I offered.

"Yeah, but that didn't really stop anything," she stated, much to my surprise.

My interest was piqued now. I was so curious, and I leaned in slightly, eager to hear more.

"You became a jackass, but I guess the heart wants what the heart wants, right?" She shrugged with a small smile while I continued to stare in awe.

How the hell did I miss her?

But then, come to think of it, we weren't in the same class throughout those years. In JSS, she was in A, and I was in B. When SS rolled around, I was in science, and she was in arts.

After my glow-up in JSS 3, right before SS 1, I started pulling girls all of a sudden. My braces came off, the acne cleared up, I was wearing colored contacts, and suddenly, I wasn't the awkward kid anymore. I was hot... or at least, what Crestview students considered as hot.

Girls started noticing me and as per Tekena's advice, I played around a bit, nothing too serious. But by the middle of SS1, I got together with Hilary.

But Adela... she wasn't one of those girls who made moves on me. She never actually made moves, either subtly or glaringly.

"Why didn't you ever tell me?" I asked, genuinely curious. I mean, Adela was bold as fuck. Nothing was stopping her.

So why didn't she?

"You had this massive glow-up in JSS 3 third term, and suddenly you were pulling girls like a magnet," she answered, rolling her eyes comically. "You became this Casanova overnight before you finally got with Hilary. Why would I chase after a guy who had every girl in school swooning over him? Please,"

She punctuated by flipping her braids, a confident smirk playing on her lips. There was something so intoxicating about the way she carried herself, so sure of who she was.

"Okay, I see you," I hyped, leaning back slightly, a smirk on my face as I watched her revel in her own glory.

"I would never chase a man. I knew my worth even back then." She said, shrugging playfully.

We both laughed, the sound easing the tension that had built up between us. But even as we joked, I couldn't help but still be in awe of this revelation.

"I can't believe I missed you back then," I said, shaking my head as our laughter subsided, still marveling at how oblivious I'd been. Adela just shrugged, her lips tugged into a soft, knowing smile.

"Well, I'm here now," she said, her voice warm. Those words seemed to hold to power to bridge all the years we had missed out on.

I nodded, my lips stretching into a grin that I couldn't contain. The truth of it hit me like a wave, washing away any doubts or regrets. She was here now, and I wasn't about to let her slip through my fingers again.

"You're here now," I echoed, my voice firm with conviction. "And I'm not letting you go."

A flicker of something—maybe amusement, maybe something deeper—danced in her eyes as she looked at me. She tilted her head slightly, her gaze intense yet playful.

"It's your turn," she challenged, her voice a soft command that left little room for refusal. "Tell me something I don't know," she demanded.

I chuckled, intrigued.

"Well, what do you want to know?"

She paused, clearly considering her words. Her eyes scanned my face as if she was searching for something before she finally asked the question.

"When did you figure out you liked me?"

The question took me by surprise, but in a way, I liked it. Just like I just found out that she had always liked me, it's only fair that I returned the favor and told her when I realized I liked her.

I leaned back slightly, letting the memory wash over me.

"The realization actually came often," I started, my voice soft as I thought back. "You'd just do something—something simple, maybe a smile or a look—and it would hit me. This feeling. But the day I knew I liked you, I didn't even know it was 'like' at first; I just knew that I wanted nothing more than to be around you, to be in your space, to always be on your good side, you know,"

Adela's eyes softened as I spoke, her expression shifting to something more tender, more vulnerable. She leaned in slightly, as if my words were drawing her closer.

"The first time I figured it out..." I hesitated, not because I was unsure, but because the memory was so vivid, so charged, that it still made my chest tighten. "It was the day we met at the park, completely by coincidence. You had that camera with you, remember?"

She nodded, her eyes widening slightly as she recalled the day. A small smile touched her lips.

"I noticed your shutter speed was off, and I showed you how to fix it. It was such a small thing, but it felt... it felt like more, you know? It wasn't you telling me how stupid I am–"

Adela laughed at that.

"– or how much of a coward I'm being," I went on, chuckles in my voice.

Her laughter subsided and she nodded, urging me to go on.

"It was just our moment, a really nice moment, just the two of us," I said, my voice in a whisper. "And then, you did something that no one else had ever done. You showed me your favorite spot in that park— somewhere you'd never shown anyone before. It really tugged on my heartstrings,"

As I spoke, I watched her reaction closely. Her eyes were fixed on mine, wide and bright with emotion. She was listening so intently, as if every word mattered to her.

"And when you were leaving, you gave me your camera to hold," I continued, my voice dropping lower, as if the weight of the memory required it.

"That gesture... it wasn't just about the camera," I shook my head slowly. "I told you before then that I didn't have one yet, so you giving it to me... It was trust, it was care, it was you saying, I see you. And I desperately wanted to be seen by you. I wanted to be that guy who could earn that kind of trust from you."

Adela's breath hitched slightly, her eyes glistening as she blinked back what might have been tears.

"I had no idea," she whispered, her voice trembling slightly. "I had no idea you felt that way." She said. I nodded slowly, still holding her gaze.

"Neither did I, not in that moment anyway," I answered. "But after that day... I couldn't stop thinking about you. About how it felt to be around you, how easy it was to just be myself with you. I didn't have to impress you, Adela. I just wanted to be me. And that seemed to be enough for you."

Adela was silent for a moment, her eyes searching mine. Finally, she smiled, a soft, beautiful smile that lit up her entire face.

"It was more than enough, Jidenna. It always has been."

That simple statement hit me harder than I expected, and for a moment, I couldn't speak.

Slowly, I reached out, my hand finding its way to her face. My fingers brushed the edge of her cheek, gentle and reverent, like I was afraid to break the moment. Her skin was warm under my touch, soft and inviting.

I watched the way her eyes fluttered closed for a brief moment, as if savoring the contact, before they opened again, locking onto mine. Her breath hitched slightly, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she leaned into my touch, her face tilting just enough to press her cheek more firmly into my palm.

It was such a small movement, yet it felt like the most intimate gesture I'd ever experienced.

Without even realizing it, her hand had come to rest on my thigh, her fingers lightly tracing patterns on the fabric of my pants. The warmth of her touch seeped through, sending a slow burn up my leg that settled in my chest, making my heartbeat quicken.

All I could do was stare at her, this incredible woman who had seen something in me before I even knew what I had to offer.

Finally, I broke the silence, my voice soft but steady.

"Thank you, Adela."

Her smile widened, and for the first time in a long time, I felt like everything was exactly where it was supposed to be.

Just when the moment seemed to settle into something perfect and beautiful, a voice suddenly cut through the air like a sharp blade, snapping the connection between us.

"Jidenna?"

My eyes widened slightly, the sound of my name jolting me from the bubble of intimacy Adela and I wrapped ourselves in.

That voice was a familiar.

My head shot to the side, following the direction of the voice. And right there, just a few feet away, was Dawn and Sochima Johnson.

Oh fuck!

Dawn had her head cocked to the side as her curious eyes alternated between Adela and me. Then, almost immediately, a small smile started to tug at the corner of her lips, and I could see the wheels turning in her head. Sochima Johnson, on the other hand, had an expression that looked somewhere between amusement and intrigue.

Only heaven knew what was going on in both their heads.

I didn't even have time to process the awkwardness of the situation, or how Adela might feel about people from school seeing us together before she leaped from the bench and practically flew into Dawn's arms.

"Hey, Dawn!" Adela squealed, her excitement evident as she hugged her tightly.

"Adela! Arghh!" Dawn screamed back in equal enthusiasm, hugging her back.

Ehn?

Shebi yesterday was Friday? They definitely saw each other in school. What's with girls and acting like they haven't seen each other in ages even after being apart for merely hours?

I will never understand that.

So, I just stood there, pretty much shocked, feeling a little out of place as I watched the two of them converse animatedly. They immediately started complimenting each other's outfits and hair like it was the most natural thing in the world.

"Girl, your hair looks amazing!" Dawn said, running a hand through Adela's braids.

"Thanks! You know, new month, new braids," Adela flipped her hair and grinned. "By the way, your hair looks fire too! Now, I wish I thought of this hairstyle. Ugh, so jealous!" Adela gushed, flipping one of Dawn's locs between her fingers.

What is going on?

I was cool with Dawn, but standing here, watching them interact, I didn't know how to feel about her seeing me with Adela like this. And I didn't need anyone to tell me that Dawn had definitely seen how touchy we were with each other just seconds ago.

What surprised me more was how unbothered Adela seemed by it all. She was completely at ease, like being seen with me didn't phase her one bit. It wasn't as if it phased me too, but... Dawn is Hilary's best friend.

I'm not sure what she would think about me being with someone else, especially after what I did to Hilary.

But, if I'm being honest, better Dawn than anyone else from school. They wouldn't have even approached like she did. They'd just take pictures and post on the group chats.

The gossip and rumors would have been massive.

I was already used to all that nonsense from our classmates, but Adela wasn't. And as much as she might not care what people thought of her, I wanted to shield her from that side of Crestview at all costs.

It was ugly.

"You'll get used to it over time," Sochima's voice sliced through my thoughts like a knife.

I jerked out of my reverie and turned to look at him. He was looking at me, a small, good-natured smile playing on his lips. I almost looked behind me to see if he was talking to someone else because he sure as hell wasn't speaking to me.

Not after being such an asshole to him over the years.

"What?" I blinked stupidly. He chuckled, nodding in the direction of the girls still gushing over each other.

"The girls being like this," he clarified. "You'll get used to it over time. Me, I've come to accept and love it. You will too,"

That made me chuckle, shaking my head. He joined me, and we both laughed as we watched our girls being girls.

Hmmmn, our girls. I repeated the words in my head with a smile.

That kinda had a nice ring to it.

When our laughter subsided, Sochima held his hand out for me to shake, that good-natured smile still playing on his lips.

"Hey," he greeted.

I would be lying if I said I wasn't slightly taken aback. Given our history, this was a first. And given the events of the first day of resumption and the taint it had on his perfect record, he shouldn't be this nice to me.

But he was.

Because he was the better man. And I should be learning a thing or two from him instead of being in an invincible war with him.

So, I reached out to shake his hand, matching his smile.

"Hey, Sochima," I greeted back.

Dawn and Adela finally turned back to us and Adela came to stand beside me. I quickly turned to her.

"You good?" I asked, my voice hinting at the intrusion, hoping she would catch it. She did, her eyes softening as she nodded.

"All good," she responded, indicating that she was okay. I looked back at Dawn to see she was looking between the other of us, a pleasant smile tugged at the corners of my lips.

When she caught my eyes, she gave an approving wink. I rolled my eyes, trying to stifle a laugh.

Dawn. I shook my head.

"So," Dawn drawled. "What are you guys doing here?" she asked, a playful tone in her voice as she gestured between Adela and me.

I opened my mouth, trying to come up with a plausible explanation, but Adela beat me to it.

"We're just out, just like you guys are," she answered smoothly, a hint of mischief in her voice as she punctuated her words with a wink.

Oh wow. I couldn't fight back the smile.

"Alright," Dawn's eyes sparkled with interest. "I don't know what this," she gestured between both of us again, "is, but I see it, I like it, I'm here for it, and I want all the deets." She said in one breath.

I couldn't help but chuckle lightly at her statement, the tension in me loosening a bit.

"Come on, babe, don't bother them," Sochima chided playfully. Dawn pouted and shrugged.

"I'm not bothering you guys," she turned to me and gave me a look. "Or am I, Jidenna?" she asked me on purpose. I chuckled, shaking my head.

"Not at all, but I'm not sure what details you're looking for," I said. Dawn grinned, unfazed.

"All of them," she replied in a heartbeat and all of us burst into laughter.

The mood was lighthearted, and it felt... nice.

"So," Sochima began, turning to both Adela and me, "Dawn and I were about to grab some snacks and then head to the arcade. You guys should come with." He offered.

What? I was stunned.

"Yeah, you guys should join us," Dawn quickly chimed in, excitement in her tone. "The more the merrier!" she added.

I looked at Adela, more concerned on how she felt about the idea. But to my surprise, she looked more than excited at the prospect.

"Of course, I'm down," she said, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. She looked at me, silently asking if I was okay with it.

But her excitement was all the encouragement I needed.

"Sure, why not?" I agreed.

"Great!" Dawn exclaimed, clapping her hands. "You guys are about to see me beat Chima at NBA Hoops," she said. My eyes widened in surprise while Sochima looked absolutely mortified.

"Babe, you promised we would never speak of that again," he whined.

We all laughed, walking together in the direction of the nearest snack stand.

We got our snacks and went to the arcade. Sochima and I left the girls to get the tickets and coins we would be using to play the games. As we stood there at the counter, waiting for the lady to come back with the tickets and coins, there was silence between Sochima and me.

It wasn't awkward, but it wasn't exactly comfortable either. It just...was.

Neither of us seemed to be in a rush to fill the space with small talk, so we just stood there, watching the bustling arcade around us.

But I guess Sochima was getting tired of it because, after a few seconds, he finally broke the silence.

"This is definitely something I didn't see coming," he said, his tone light as he gestured between the both of us. I chuckled, nodding in agreement.

"Tell me about it," I chuckled. "The both of us being in the same space without me giving you a death glare or throwing some passive-aggressive comment your way... it's kind of wild, right?" I bobbed my head to the side.

Yeah," He let out a short laugh. "Kind of wild."

We shared a quiet laugh, and just like that, the tension that had been lingering in the background seemed to ease up. The air felt lighter, more relaxed.

After a beat, I decided to speak up.

"Hey, Sochima, I just wanted to say... I'm sorry. For how I've been to you," I apologized. "I've been a complete asshole, and there was no reason for it," I added.

He looked at me, surprised at first, then shook his head with a small smile.

"Don't worry about it, Jidenna," He responded. "I never held it against you. It's all water under the bridge, seriously."

"But, I wronged you," I maintained. "And I owe you an apology, even about what went down with Tekena... I'm sorry for what he did. The things he said to Dawn, how he got you suspended... I know that went on your permanent record, and I'm really sorry for it." I said.

Sochima chuckled softly like the memory was more amusing than anything else now.

"Honestly, you've got nothing to be sorry for," he stated with a shrug. "You weren't the one who wronged me. If anything, you tried to stop it, and I appreciate that," he paused for a moment, then added with a smirk. "Actually, I should be thanking you."

"Thanking me?" I blinked, confused. "For what?" I asked.

"For telling Sir Isaac the whole truth about what went down," he clarified. "You didn't spare Tekena just because he's your best friend."

I wanted to correct him that Tekena wasn't my best friend anymore, but I just let it slide. So instead, I shrugged, brushing it off.

"Come on," I dismissed with a wave of my hand. "I'm pretty sure my testimony didn't do much. There was no way Sir Isaac or Madam Chidinma would've expelled you anyway. You are more of an asset to them than a liability, and one fight wouldn't have changed that."

"Maybe, maybe not," Sochima shrugged, "but I'm still grateful. You didn't have any reason to be on my side."

"I had every reason to be on your side," I insisted. "You didn't do anything wrong." I hesitated, then added with a grin, "And for what it's worth... thanks for fucking Tekena up."

Sochima seemed taken aback at first, not expecting me to say that. But then, he caught himself in time and smirked.

"I'd do it again in a heartbeat." He said.

We both laughed, the tension finally dissolving completely. After a moment, I held out my fist.

"So, we're cool now?"

He bumped his fist against mine.

"Yeah, we're cool."

Just then, the lady at the counter came back with our tickets and coins. We thanked her, grabbed them, and headed back to the girls. As soon as we reached them, Adela looked at me, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.

"So, what were you two talking about?" She asked. I grinned, shrugging nonchalantly.

"Just some boy bonding," I answered.

"See his mouth like boy bonding," Dawn mimicked, rolling her eyes in an exaggerated way that made us all chuckle.

"So," Sochima said, looking between the four of us, "what game should we hit up first?" He asked. I can't remember the last time I came to the arcade, so I couldn't remember any games.

Dawn's eyes lit up as she looked around the arcade, then pointed excitedly.

"What about air hockey? There's a four-player table over there. We can do boys versus girls!" She suggested.

Okay, that sounds like fun.

I glanced at Adela, who grinned back at me, clearly up for the challenge.

"Sounds like fun," she said, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

We all agreed and headed over to the air hockey space. The sounds of pucks clattering echoed around us as people played so we picked the free table, the sleek surface glowed under the neon lights. We quickly split into teams, the girls taking one side while Sochima and I took the other.

"Prepare to lose," Dawn teased, her lips curved in a smirk as she trained her eyes on her boyfriend. He raised an eyebrow, his own lips mirroring her smirk.

"We'll see about that." He responded.

I looked at Adela and she had her eyes trained on me too, challenge sparkling in them with her lips in a smug smile.

Okay, this is going to be war.

We started the game, and right from the get-go, the girls were on fire. Dawn was surprisingly quick with her reflexes. I didn't expect any less from Adela, get focus sharp as she defended their goal like a pro. Sochima and I exchanged a glance, realizing that this was not going to be an easy win.

Girls are so competitive. I groaned in my head.

As the game heated up, the girls started to pull ahead, scoring goal after goal while Sochima and I struggled to keep up.

"Come on, guy!" I laughed, trying to amp up our side.

"I'm trying naw!" Sochima replied, just barely blocking another goal.

The girls were laughing and high-fiving each other every time they scored, their confidence growing with each point.

But we weren't about to let them win without a fight.

"Okay, enough of this," Sochima muttered, a playful glint in his eyes. He suddenly moved behind Dawn, reaching around to cover her eyes just as she was about to hit the puck.

"Hey!" she protested, giggling as she struggled against him. "You are trying to distract me."

But Sochima held on, laughing as she tried to shake him off, his arms wrapping around her from behind in a playful hug. Their laughter filled the air, the game momentarily forgotten as they teased each other.

Seeing my opportunity, I decided to pull a trick of my own. I slid closer to Adela, who was focused on the puck, her lips slightly pursed in concentration. Before she could take her shot, I leaned in close, brushing my hand lightly against the small of her back, just where her top met her skin.

She jolted slightly, surprised, and I could see her trying to maintain her focus. But I wasn't done yet. I leaned in even closer, my breath brushing against her ear. I heard her take a sharp breath and I smirked.

"You're doing really well, Adela," I whispered. "Almost makes me want to let you win... almost."

She shivered, her focus wavering, and I took the opportunity to slide my hand up to her shoulder, gently trailing my fingers along her arm. The subtle touch, combined with my body pressed against hers had the desired effect. Adela shuddered slightly, and she bit her lower lip, clearly trying to fight the distraction I was causing.

But it was too late. The puck slid right past her, and I quickly sent it flying into their goal, scoring a point for the boys.

"Hey!" she exclaimed, but there was a smile on her lips as she turned to face me, playfully shoving my shoulder. "That's not fair!"

"All's fair in love and air hockey," I teased back, grinning.

The rest of the game was filled with similar antics, laughter echoing around us as we tried to outsmart each other with distractions. In the end, I don't even remember who won. We just had so much fun, letting loose and enjoying each other's company.

Five or six games in, I was exhausted and decided to take a rest. Dawn joined me, and we sat back, watching Adela and Sochima go head-to-head in Dance Dance Revolution, sipping on slushies, trying to cool down and rehydrate.

Honestly, the game wasn't even for me. I had two left legs, so I was more than content to let Adela and Sochima have their fun.

As I watched them, I could feel Dawn's eyes on me. When I turned to look at her, she was staring at me with a big, contagious smile tugging at the corners of her lips. I couldn't help but laugh at the way she was looking at me.

This girl.

"What is it?" I asked, knowing exactly what was going through her mind.

"So... Adela, uhn?" Dawn teased, her smile growing even wider. I laughed again, shaking my head.

"I knew it was only a matter of time before you asked," I said.

"What?" She defended herself, hands up in mock surrender. "I can't help the amebo side of me! And the way I saw you two earlier, all cozied up and touchy, I'm extremely curious. I want to hear everything!"

I chuckled, shaking my head again.

"Come on!" She coaxed. "When did it start?" She asked.

Dawn has always been that nosy friend, but in this very cute way that made it easy to tell her things. So, after a moment of thought, I decided to give her what she wanted.

"Well," I drawled. "It kinda started when the whole thing with Hilary went down last year," I said. Dawn's eyes widened in shock.

"What?!"

"Not like that," I quickly clarified, seeing where her mind had gone. "Adela overheard me and Tekena talking about how we messed Hilary up, and she hated my guts from that moment. Like, really hated me." I chuckled at the memory.

"Okay. I think I like where this is going," Dawn leaned in closer, intrigued. "It's giving Enemies to Lovers Trope. So, and? Continue, please." She urged.

I laughed lightly.

"It just... bothered me," I continued, trying to explain the unexplainable. "It bothered me so much that she hated my guts, and she didn't even try to hide it. She was very vocal about it,"

"That's so Adela," Dawn chuckled, shaking her head. I nodded with a smile, agreeing with her.

So Adela.

"So, I tried really hard to get on her good side, but nothing seemed to faze her," I went on. "The more she pushed me away, the more I wanted to please her. I don't even know why. I mean, she was just one girl right? But still, it felt like her opinion about me mattered more than that of the entire school, and honestly, it did."

Dawn nodded, her expression shifting from curiosity to something softer, almost affectionate. She silently urged me to continue.

"I don't want to go into all the details," I said. "But, she made me want to do better, want to be better. Not just for her approval, but because she made me feel like I was so much more than the way I saw myself, you know?"

"Yeah, I get you," Dawn nodded, slowly.

"So, here we are," I held my hand out, lips curved in a big smile. "We are not official yet, but we are getting there. I want to be with her," I said unapologetically.

Dawn's lips stretched in a wider smile, I got scared her face would tear.

"You know, I'm really happy for you, Jidenna." She said. I blinked in surprise.

"You are?" I asked. "I thought you wouldn't approve. Especially after what went down with Hilary..."

"Come on," Dawn waved me off, rolling her eyes. "You don't need my approval, Jidenna. But if you want to know what I think, I think Adela seems like the best girl for you. You need someone who's intentional about your growth, and Adela is exactly that."

Hearing her say that made me feel... lighter, and happier. I guess I had been seeking some kind of validation without even realizing it.

"Thanks, Dawn. That means a lot coming from you." I said genuinely.

"Of course," Dawn grinned. Then she added playfully, "Don't worry, I won't tell Hilary. It's not my place. Though, I'm sure she'll find out eventually."

I nodded. The entire school will find out eventually. I wasn't planning on being secretive with what I have with Adela.

Except it was what she wanted.

"You think she'll be cool with it?" I asked Dawn, referring to Hilary. Dawn took a sip of her slushie, considering.

"I don't see why not," she shrugged. "Hilary is getting over everything that happened. I mean, she's moving on, she has a boyfriend too—"

Simisola Jordan. I smiled, nodding in approval.

"—and it would be unfair for you not to do the same." Dawn finished.

I appreciated her words, feeling a sense of relief wash over me.

Just then, Adela and Sochima finished their game and made their way back to us.

Without thinking much about it, I took Adela's hand and pulled her to sit beside me, wrapping my arms around her middle as soon as she settled beside me. I felt her stiffen slightly in surprise before she immediately relaxed into me.

I liked how natural it felt—how right it felt.

When I looked towards the couple opposite us, I saw that Dawn was now sitting on Sochima's lap, her hand looping around his neck while his was wrapped around her waist as they cozied up, engaged in some sort of conversation.

So, I placed all my focus on Adela, wrapping my hands tighter around her. She leaned into me, her body fitting perfectly against mine.

"Someone is getting bold" she teased, looking at me over her shoulder with a smile playing on her lips. I couldn't help but chuckle, the sound low... like a rumble.

"Oh really?" I murmured back, my lips brushing against her ear as I spoke.

Her fingers trailed absently along my thigh, sending tiny sparks of electricity shooting through me. I tried to stay focused, but it was getting harder with every soft touch she gave me.

She was doing it so casually, like she didn't even know she was doing it. It sent ripples of heat through me.

"What do you think about people finding out about us?" I asked, my voice low, curious but gentle.

"I don't care," she didn't hesitate, her voice steady as she whispered back. "The entire school will find out eventually, so there's no point in hiding it." She paused for a second, then quickly added, "Unless you want to, then I don't mind,"

God forbid devil.

I shook my head instantly, not even entertaining the thought.

"I have no plans to hide us," I whispered, my voice filled with certainty. I leaned in closer, my lips just grazing her ear as I added, "You're mine, Adela, and I want everyone to know that."

Her reaction was immediate—her breathing changed, and her hand, which had been tracing patterns on my thigh, stilled for a moment before continuing. She turned her a bit to look at me, her eyes wide and filled with something that made my chest tighten in the best way possible.

"You really mean that?" she whispered, her voice a little softer, a little more vulnerable.

I nodded, my fingers brushing the side of her face, feeling the smoothness of her skin.

"I do," I assured her, my voice low and firm. "I want everyone to know you're mine."

Adela bit down against her lower lip like she was trying so hard to fight back a smile, but failed woefully. She was smiling so hard like she just heard something she's been dying to hear. She turned back and leaned in, resting against me.

Her hand continued its lazy journey on my thigh, sending shivers through me that made it impossible to focus on anything but her. I tightened my hold on her, drawing her even closer until the warmth of her body was pressed completely against mine.

Then, I leaned down and kissed the side of her neck, a dainty, lingering touch that was as much about feeling her as it was about the pleasure of it. Adela's eyes fluttered closed, and I could feel her soft intake of breath against my skin, a response that made my pulse quicken.

And in that moment, nothing else mattered—just her, just us.

"Oya o!" Dawn's voice sliced through the bubble we had created around ourselves. "Are you two lovebirds done being all cute and stuff, or should we give you more time?" she asked, her tone playful and teasing.

Adela and I both chuckled, moving away from each other slightly. The moment was broken but in the most lighthearted way possible. I looked up to see Dawn and Sochima already on their feet. Dawn was giving us a mock stern look while Sochima grinned beside her.

"We're about to head out," Sochima said, "It's starting to drizzle, and it's getting late." He added.

It was after he said that Adela and I noticed the gentle sound of rain hitting the roof of the arcade and the faint dusk settling in outside. I checked my wristwatch—quarter to seven.

Oh wow. Time does fly by.

"Yeah, we should probably leave too," I said, turning to Adela with a soft smile. "I brought a car. I'll drop you off." I said and Adela nodded, her eyes still holding that soft, fluttery warmth from a moment ago.

After making sure we weren't forgetting anything, we followed Dawn and Sochima out of the arcade.

The rain was light, more of a mist than anything, but it brought a coolness to the evening that made the air feel fresh and new. As we walked toward the car park, Dawn and Sochima bade us goodbye, with Dawn throwing one last teasing grin over her shoulder.

"Behave yourselves, you two," she called out, making both Adela and me laugh.

"See you guys," I said, waving as they made their way to Sochima's car.

Adela and I continued to where I had parked, the rain picking up just a little as we reached the car. I opened the door for her to go in before I went to the driver's side.

Then I pulled out of the car park and drove out of the park.

By the time we were getting to Adela's house, the rain had gotten heavier, pounding against the windshield like it wanted to break through.

I pulled up and turned off the ignition.

"I guess I'm stuck in here for a bit," Adela laughed softly, glancing out the window at the sheets of rain falling. "There is no way I'm going out in that," she mumbled and I chuckled, shaking my head.

"Just admit it," I spoke, giving her a look when she turned to look at me. "You want to spend more time with me, don't you?"

"And if I do?" She retorted, her head bobbed to the side as she continued to peer at me. "Is that such a bad thing, Jidenna?" She asked, holding my gaze.

I watched her for a bit, trying to figure out if she was just playing with me like she always did, but there was no hint of teasing in her eyes.

She wasn't even trying to deny it. We have gotten way past forming in front of each other.

"Absolutely not," I shook my head. "I don't want you to go just yet," I admitted, my voice coming out lower than I intended.

Adela took her bottom lip between her teeth as she continued to hold my gaze and my eyes involuntarily followed the movement. This was the third time— yes, I counted— she doing that a lot today and something told me it was on purpose.

The air in the car grew thicker by the second, I could feel it. And if I could feel it, then she could too.

"Well, maybe the rain isn't that bad," she looked out the window again. "I would probably make it inside if I ran," she added with a little tease in her voice, reaching for the handle.

I don't know what came over me at that point. Adrenaline? Instincts? Or the overwhelming urge to kiss her before letting her go for the day?

All I know is something kicked in.

"No!"

In one swift move, I reached over the center of the console and slammed the door back shut, literally punching the button that automatically locked the car doors. The sound of the clock echoed in the suddenly quiet car, safe for the sound of the rain falling outside.

It was at that point I realized that because of the way I had reached over, my face was now over Adela's shoulders and when she turned to look at me, our faces were mere inches apart.

On their own volition, my eyes traveled from hers to her lips, and I swallowed... hard.

Oh, shit.

I could feel every slight tingle of her breath against the skin of my face, ragged, uneven, mirroring mine, could feel the heat radiating from her in waves that made me feel lightheaded.

The urge to close the gap, to feel her against me, to kiss her like I'd been dying to do all day was almost unbearable.

Every second that passed felt like they were being stretched into long hours. I could feel my self-control hanging by a thread, ready to snap at any point.

I have never craved anything in my entire life the way I craved kissing Adela at that moment. It was like a fire searing through my veins, scorching my every thought, the need to taste her lips like an ache that throbbed deep within my chest.

It was agonizing, pure, intoxicating, and addictive.

I wasn't pulling back, and neither was she.

"Don't go," I finally spoke, my voice coming out in a breathless and husky whisper.

"Why?" She whispered back, her voice equally breathless.

She knew why.

Adela was assertive like that.

But she wanted me to say it, she wanted me to tell her how much I wanted her.

Swallowing again, I tried to gather my thoughts but my eyes kept dropping to her glossed lips, then back to her eyes, and then back to her lips again.

I was fucking hooked.

Her lips were so close... so inviting. They looked so delicate yet so full, slightly parted as she breathed, each breath like a warm whisper against my skin. It's like they were begging to be kissed and tasted.

But I was so nervous.

This wouldn't be my first time kissing a girl. But this was Adela. She wasn't just any girl and she was certainly nothing like any of the other girls I've been with in the past.

I wanted it to be different. I wanted this moment to be seared deep in both our memories for a long time.

After much struggle, I finally tore my eyes away from her lips to meet hers. It was like an unspoken question, a plea for permission. She noticed and her eyes softened with a mix of understanding... and desire.

She wanted this too.

"Say it," she urged, her voice in a whisper that was barely audible over the sound of the rain.

"I want..."

I started to speak but trailed off when she leaned in closer and our lips almost brushed. I bit back a groan.

She wasn't making this easy for me.

"You want what?" She asked, her voice a mere breath against my lips. This time, I didn't say anything.

I let my actions do all the talking.

Reaching out, I brushed my fingers against her cheek, feeling the warmness and softness of her skin. She leaned into my touch, her breath hitching slightly.

Then I leaned in slowly, my heart pounding faster with every centimeter that closed between us.

My lips touched hers.

(A/N: Listen to "Breathless" by Shayne Ward as you read the rest. Epic! 😮‍💨🔥)

The first feel of her lips was soft and sweet, a gentle caress that sent a shiver down my spine. It was a gentle brush, so soft, it felt like a whisper. She let out a breathy gasp, and the sound went a thrill coursing through my veins.

Goddamn!

I closed my mouth against hers, moving my lips tentatively at first. She followed my lead, her lips moving in perfect sync with mine.

The kiss was slow, unhurried, a delicate exploration of each other. My hand moved to the back of her neck, my fingers threading through her braids as I angled her face. Her hands found their way to my chest, gripping my shirt with a gentle urgency that mirrored mine.

I pulled back slightly and opened my eyes to look at her, my breath coming out in soft, uneven bursts. Adela's eyes were half closed, her lips parted and slightly swollen just from the few seconds of her kiss, her breathing just as ragged as mine.

The urge to keep kissing her gnawed at my insides with ferocity.

"I've been dying to do that all day," I said in one breath, my voice unrecognizable even to me, thick with desire.

Her eyes darkened with something that looked like longing. She bit her lower lip again and I nearly lost my shit. It was a sight that made my pulse quicken even more.

Without warning, she shifted, climbing over the center console to straddle me. It took me by surprise and I stared at her, wide-eyed and speechless. Her skirt rode up, exposing the flawless skin of her thighs. My hands instinctively went to her waist, and that's when I felt them.

The delicate waist chains resting against her skin.

Fuck! I'm dead.

The touch of her waist chains sent a jolt through me. The way they subtly accentuated her curves, adding a touch of mystery and allure. My fingers traced the cool metal, feeling the gentle sway with each of her movements.

Adela knew how much I loved them, and I wanted to believe that she wore them for me today.

Damn.

"Adela, you have no idea, " I paused to take in a breath, "what you're doing to me."

In response, she threw her hands around my neck, her touch gentle but commanding and she arched her body into mine, a small smile tugged at the corners of her lips. I could feel the heat of her body against me, a sensation that made my head spin.

"Then show me," she whispered, her voice like a siren's song.

From that moment, I knew there was no going back.

She leaned her face in, I met her halfway, and our lips touched. This time, there was more confidence, the kiss more deliberate.

More intense.

Her lips parted slightly and I took that opportunity to kiss her deeper, transitioning to open-mouth kisses. My tongue teased her lips before slipping between them. When it brushed against hers, my head nearly exploded.

Oh... fuck!

Adela made an erotic sound at the back of her throat that told me she also wasn't expecting it to feel like that too, but it immediately transcended into an approving moan, a sound that sent sweet, sinful vibrations through me and made my pulse race.

The sensation was electric, like bolts of lightning coursing through my veins.

Our tongues moved with certainty, exploring each other in a slow, intimate dance. It was like tasting a forbidden fruit, delicious and intoxicating. It was overwhelming, a mix of tenderness and raw desire that clouded my head.

Adela moaned softly into my mouth and the sound vibrated against my lips, making my blood roar in my ears. I angled my head and deepened the kiss, my hands moving to roam her back, pulling her closer to me.

I could feel every curve of her body pressed against mine, her warmth seeping into me, igniting a fire that burned hotter with each passing second.

Pulling back slightly to take a breath, my teeth grazed her lower lip before sucking it gently into my mouth. She made a mewling sound, her nails digging into the back of my neck, and I felt a delicious mix of pleasure and pain.

"You taste amazing."

I mumbled against her lips, my voice coming out in a deep timbre that surprised me. Her eyes fluttered open and there was a spark of excitement and mischief twinkling in them.

She ran her fingers through my hair, the tip of her nails grazing my scalp in that familiar way that sent shivers of pleasure down my spine. Then, without warning, she fisted on the curls and tugged them hard like she always did, pulling my head back slightly.

A groan escaped my lips.

"Adela," I breathed, my voice both chiding and erotic, my eyes trained on her in smoldering intensity.

"You like that?" She whispered, her voice breathless and dripping with mischief and desire, her lips curved into a knowing smirk.

"You know I do," I admitted, my voice husky with need. "Fuck, you are driving me crazy, Adela," the words left my lips before I could stop them.

"Oh yeah?" She breathed, that teasing smirk still playing on her lips. "How crazy?"

Those words went straight to my head and tweaked something on my insides. I growled softly, my grip on her hips tightening as I jerked her towards me till her body was completely flushed against mine, my eyes darkening with need.

She made a surprised sound that transitioned into a soft chuckle, then into a moan when I captured her lips with mine again.

The kiss got fierce, our tongues dancing together in a sensual tango that left me dizzy with need. The taste of her was maddening, a heady mix of hunger and passion.

A mix that had me craving for more.

I couldn't get enough of it.

Adela explored with equal fervor, her hands tangling in my hair, tugging and driving me wild. Her moans were music to my ears, fueling and edging me on.

The way she responded to my kisses, her hands gripping me with a mix of desperation and reverence, ignited a powerful urge to guide and shape her pleasure. I became attuned to her every gasp and shiver, the heat of her skin beneath my fingertips, compelling me to push boundaries.

So, I moved my hand to her neck and wrapped it around her throat, applying just the right amount of pressure. Not too much to cut off her airflow, but just about enough to shock her.

Her reaction was immediate, her breath quickening and her eyes darkening.

"Jidenna," she moaned against my lips, her voice trembling and my blood curdled with urgent, consuming need.

Fuck!

The way she called my name was nothing short of sinful, forbidden... only meant for my ears alone. It was like a wicked caress that ignited every nerve in my body— raw, unfiltered and filled with a lustful intensity that made my heart race.

It was a primal, visceral reaction, and it made me want to lose myself in the depth of her need.

So fucking addictive, I almost begged her to say my name again.

I tightened my grip around her neck a bit and that mewling sound escaped her lips again, turning me right on.

Bloody hell!

"You like that?"

My voice came out in a growl, rough and husky, a deep rumble that shocked even me. It was raw and commanding, each word dripping with a crude edge that sent shivers through my own body.

I never realized my voice could sound like that.

"Yes."

She breathed, her voice laced with a wanton, trembling edge that sent shivers of pleasure through me. Hearing her like that, so delirious with need because of me, was a huge stroke to my ego. It made me feel powerful, a deep, commanding force within me igniting.

I smirked, loosening my grip slightly around her neck, my thumb brushing over her pulse point, feeling the rapid beat of her heart.

"Good,"

I brought her face closer and started kissing her again, our tongues intertwining.

The kiss grew more frantic and more desperate. I could feel her body trembling with need against mine, her desire evident in the way she pressed against me, the way her hip rocked gently against my growing arousal in sync with our kisses.

She knew what she was doing and she was doing it excellently. I always knew Adela had it in her to seductive... but I didn't expect her to be this seductive.

I was losing my mind!

My lips moved away from hers and trailed slowly down her jawline to her neck with heated passion. I could feel her pulse racing beneath her skin and my lip lingered on the spot in open-mouth kisses.

I allowed my teeth to graze on the spot just about the same time I let my hands travel down to boldly palm her bum, feeling the soft flesh beneath my palms.

Damn, I've been dying to do that.

She moaned softly, arching her back against me in approval, her nails digging into my scalp just the way I liked it. I kissed her neck for a bit, nibbling on her delicious skin hard enough to leave a mark.

My mark.

When my lips returned to hers, she teased, pulling my lower lip between her teeth.

"That's going to leave a mark," she mumbled against my lips, referring to the bite on her neck.

"I know," I mumbled back, my voice rough. "I want it to," I added. She hummed in response, smiling against my lips.

"Possessive much?"

"Oh, you have no idea."

She chuckled before closing her mouth over mine again. We kissed with fiery intensity for a while before it shifted to something softer.

Sweeter.

It became playful and teasing, yet passionate and intimate. Lips parting in soft French kisses that elicited giggles from Adela and chuckles from me.

I playfully flicked my tongue against hers, teasing hers with light fleeting touches that made her shiver against me. I reveled in the way she quivered with each daring stroke, my tongue darting out in quick, teasing movements that kept her guessing.

With a mischievous grin, I gently bit her lower lip and tugged a bit, then traced it with the tip of my tongue, eliciting a surprised gasp from her... then a soft laugh.

Each daring move I made—each deliberate flick and bold stroke of my tongue—seemed to catch her off guard. Each soft nibble and teasing lick drew out more of those delightful giggles and soft moans, creating a rhythm of desire that kept us both on edge.

Her giggles and soft gasps fueled my excitement, making the kiss both exhilarating and deeply satisfying.

I couldn't get enough of her taste.

I couldn't get enough of her.

Adela pulled back slighter when she had had enough of my teasing, her breath mingling with mine and eyes gleaming with surprise like she was just seeing me for the first time.

"Where did you learn to do all of that?" she asked in a breathlessly whisper, her voice laced with both wonder and curiosity. I smirked, pride swelling in my chest.

"Learn to do all of what?" I feigned ignorance but Adela caught on and rolled her eyes at me, chuckling.

"Okay, now I understand why Beauty Idoma didn't want to leave you. I wouldn't either if I were her,"

Oh no, she didn't. I groaned playfully.

"Please don't ruin our first kiss by bringing her up," I begged desperately. Adela laughed, her head falling against my chest. I laughed with her.

"I'm sorry." She apologized lightheartedly, lifting her head from my chest to look at me, her lips curved in a soft smile. "But I have to admit, you're full of surprises Jidenna Leo Okojie," she whispered.

"Yeah?" I asked, my lips stretching. "Good or Bad?"

"Are you really asking me that?" She queried playfully and I chuckled. "I am already addicted to kissing you."

"And I'm already addicted to all of you," I replied, my voice filled with a level of sincerity that seemed to shock Adela.

Her eyes, wide, held mine with such intensity that took my breath away. I could feel myself falling for her all over again, utterly and completely.

I'm madly and hopelessly in love with her.

Gently, I reached up and brushed back a loc of her braids behind her ear, my fingers lingering on her soft skin. Her eyes fluttered close for a moment, a small, content sigh leaving her lips.

I traced my fingertips along her jawline, down to her chin, and titled her face upward so I could drink in every detail of her.

Her cheeks were flushed, her lips swollen and full from our kisses, and her eyes filled with so much emotion that made my heart swell. I couldn't stop the soft smile that made its way to my lips, a mix of tenderness and overwhelming love washing over me.

I leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead, feeling her relax into my touch. Then, I placed another kiss on her button nose, eliciting a soft giggle from her, the sound pure and unfiltered, resonating deep within me.

Adela pulled back a bit and our eyes met. Then she leaned again and pressed a chaste kiss to my lips. I cradled the side of her face and parted my lips to deepen the kiss a little.

It was unhurried. Like we had all the time in the world.

I could feel the faint tremor in her breath, matching the racing pulse in my chest, as our tongues danced together.

Sliding my hand from her cheek to the back of her neck, I pulled her closer and angled my head to deepen the kiss, pouring everything I felt into it—every ounce of passion, every bit of love, every unspoken promise.

Her fingers traced patterns along my jaw, sending sparks of electricity through my veins, and I couldn't help but let out a low, satisfied hum against her lips.

She was everything I wanted.

Everything I needed.

We finally pulled away, our breaths uneven as we struggled to catch them.

Moving my hands to the back of her neck, I let my fingers thread through her braids as I pulled her face close. Our foreheads touched, and we shared a moment of stillness, our breaths mingling and our hearts beating in sync with the rhythm of the rain outside.

In together.

Out together.

It was at this moment I knew I was ready to say those words back. Words that have been at the tip of my tongue to declare since the moment she said them to me.

Not I'm crazy about you.

Not I'm addicted to you either.

"I Love You, Adela,"

After I said those words, I watched her reaction closely, knowing that she hadn't expected it.

Her eyes widened in surprise, and for a moment, her entire world seemed to shift.

The disbelief quickly melted into joy, her eyes glistening with unshed tears and her smile spreading so beautifully, it took my breath away.

She said those words to me a month ago.

It's about time she knew I've always felt the same way.

"One hundred percent?" She asked, her voice was soft, almost trembling with hope and vulnerability.

I nodded slowly, my own heart swelling with emotions unnameable, my lips mirroring her smile.

"One hundred percent."

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Did I write that? 👀

Someone should please the A.C in this house because... 🥵😮‍💨. On God, I don't even know what came over me. In fact, it wasn't me that wrote that kiss, it was Jidenna. It was all Jidenna.

What in the world! Even Adela gan was flabbergasted. Baby girl said she's already addicted. Me gan, I am addicted. Who else is addicted? Are we all addicted? Good!

Because it can't be only me 😭.

Damn, Jidenna is a beast and this kiss was definitely worth the wait. Argh!! I honestly can't wait to explore their relationship more🥹❤️. Now we have "No Capping", and we also have "One Hundred Percent".

Me gan, I want to do catch phrase with boo 😭. But I don't have boo! Sigh 😭.

Now, I need to rest for another month 😂. I don't know when the next update will be, but till then, you know the drill. Kisses 😘.