In my Ugliness

🍃 Chapter 67 🍃

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🍃Chapter 67🍃

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"Life is a matter of choices and every choice you make makes you" -John C Maxwell.

Friday

Kilahi leaned against la ship's railing, one of those Titanic moments! Her gaze lost in the vast expanse of the ocean. She felt anxious as she peered down at the waves crashing against the ship. Just as she felt her balance waver, a firm hand gripped her waist from behind, steadying her.

"That was close," Garba chuckled, his breath warm against her ear. She turned to face him, a playful smile breaking across her face.

"Scared much?" He teased and she raised an eyebrow, "Oh please! It was the water."

Kilahi crossed her arms, leaning back slightly against him, "You could swim if you fell in," He challenged, his voice light and teasing.

"Swim? I can't swim," She admitted, feeling vulnerable. His eyes widened in disbelief. "You can't?" He echoed, feigning shock. "Let me be your trainer then."

Kilahi laughed, rolling her eyes dramatically. "I don't know. I'm not so keen on swimming."

Garba leaned closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "I can teach you a whole lot. Just imagine the adventures we could have!"

"Like I always say, water is only sweet in the cup," She replied, her tone playful yet firm.

He tilted his head, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "As sweet as you are," He said, his voice low and sincere.

"Huh?" She replied, caught off guard by the compliment. Her heart raced as she met his gaze, the world around them fading into a blur. The sound of the waves crashing against the ship seemed to quiet, leaving only the two of them in their own bubble.

Garba lowered his head, his lips hovering just above hers. Time seemed to stand still as he brushed a stray strand of hair behind her ear, his fingers lingering on her cheek. The moment felt electric, charged with unspoken words and shared secrets.

Then, with a gentle yet deliberate movement, he closed the distance between them, capturing her lips with his. Then she moved back, "What am I doing?" She asked.

Kilahi jolted awake, her heart pounding in her chest as if it were trying to escape. The remnants of the dream clung to her like a heavy fog, the warmth of Garba's lips still tingling on her own. She instinctively placed her palm over her mouth, as if trying to erase the memory of the kiss. "Blood of Jesus !" Confusion and horror washed over her, twisting in her stomach like a knot.

"What just happened?" She whispered to herself, her voice shaky. The dream replayed in her mind, vivid and undeniable. Garba kissed her-a friend, her trainer-someone who was not her boyfriend. A wave of guilt crashed over her, and she buried her face in her hands, feeling the heat of shame rise to her cheeks.