Twisted

7: Texts and Sneaking

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Beverly

The makeout session in the backseat of his car gets more intense, as he grabs my waist, pulling me closer to his body whilst our tongue battle for dominance in each other's mouths.

The adrenaline is running crazy because I told my friends I was going to the bathroom, only to sneak outside to meet Deji in his car after our series of texting all night. I like his sexual energy, it matches mine; all the sneaking around, compliments, and now this heated moment in his tinted Range Rover with Omah Lay's Bend You softly playing from the speakers is my kind of vibe.

His right hand grabs a handful of one of my ass cheeks through the fabric of my dress, pulling the dress up in the process and almost revealing my thong but I'm quick to pull it down. "You okay?"

"Mhmhmm," I moan.

His lips lower to my neck and leaves trails of kisses on it before proceeding to suck on a particular spot whilst his hands continue to roam over my body.

I don't know why I'm letting this happen, I don't know why I'm allowing Deji to touch me like this. I like him, true, and he seems to have a genuine interest in me... but this feels weird, it feels wrong especially since I saw him speaking to Zayyad earlier.

As much as I don't know why I'm doing this, a part of me suspects this is to prove that Zayyad has zero effect on me and that how ever I felt tonight when I saw him was just an unserious feeling... but I ask myself, if it was indeed not that serious why am I thinking about him while Deji has his hands all over me?

God! Idia will kill me! The work and time she put into comforting me and ensuring I didn't kill myself when we broke is enough reason for her to dig a grave and bury me if she finds out what I'm currently thinking.

As if Deji can read my mind, he withdraws from me.

"Are you okay?" He asks, "am I being too forward?"

"No... it's fine, I just—"

"Zoned out. You zoned out," He tells me, concerned.

"Yeah, I- we can't do this right now," I admit, not ready to sugarcoat anything.

He doesn't ask why. "I understand. I'll take it slow then, don't want you freaking out,"

I smile but he most likely won't see it because the car is dimly lit. "You're a nice man, Deji,"

He laughs like I just said the funniest thing and I'm confused. "Nice guys finish last and I'm not cut out for that garbage... I don't want to be a nice man, I want to be your man," He says, his voice having a little bit of a tease to it.

I chuckle. "Smooth, aren't you?"

"It's the Yoruba in me," He says, the smile in his voice, noticeable.

We're quiet for a few seconds, each left with our thoughts before he says: "I know this is not the time for this cos' we're both tipsy right now, but I really like you, Beverly... I don't want this to be a thing of the dark, I want to be with you. Out there. I want this to be serious,"

I'm thrown off the cliff. I don't know how to respond to this because this is the third time I've met him, and having him confess this to me seems a bit overwhelming... I'm solely here for dick, so, this is the wrong time for this. That emotional side he wants me to bring outside... he'll not see it.

I know he's liked me since the day he laid eyes on me at the engagement party but my emotional pores have been blocked for the longest time and I don't want Deji to suffer for something we both have zero control over.