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c h a p t e r 25: Rebound?

- Happy Valentine's Day! 🥺❤️
I got flowers today y'all. Yay!

Let's get intooo the chapturrrr.

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Beverly

It's been ten minutes or thereabout since I angrily walked out on him and left the balcony, and he still hasn't knocked on the door to apologize or something. Wow! Predator and prey illustrator. "Son of a–" I hit a frustrated fist on the innocent cushion.

15 minutes gone.

20 minutes gone.

25 minutes is almost gone when my phone dings, a message from him popping up on the screen and my heart skips a beat.

Zay-Zay✌🏻
Open the door, I don't wanna knock, I might wake Seun.

I roll my eyes, muttering a few swear words before making my way to the door and swinging it open. The lights on my nightstands are the only lights on, giving the room a dim-cozy-cave feeling and also distributing enough light to go around the room and for me to see his face.

"I didn't mean whatever I said out there, plus, I wasn't referring to you, I was just telling you how it feels for guys," He says in a low, deep voice, looking at my face, his eyes moving restlessly as he looks at me.

I scoff, throwing my face to look at something that is definitely not him.

"Really. I'll never disrespect women with my words, I'm serious. I'm sorry you were offended. We cool now?"

"You're sorry I was offended and not for what you said?" I turn to look at him, eyeing his 6'3 figure.

"What? No, no, I'm sorry for what I said, I'm sorry that it offended you, and I'm also sorry for any other future offensive thing I might say. Are we good now?" He grins at me and the way he bites his bottom lip and playfully rolls his eyes makes my blood supply increase, causing blood to rush down there.

I grin back. "Yes, we're good."

"Okay," He says, still standing at the door.

"Um... okay," I drag the 'y' at the end and he still doesn't get it that this is the part where he goes to his room, "Okay, Umar."

"Who says you can call me that?" He squints, shaking his head in wonder.

"You want me to stop?"

"What? No no, I like it. From you alone, I like it when you call it," He hastily says, keeping a straight face.

I uncontrollably beam. "Alright," I say in a whisper.

"Alright," He whispers back. We stand there, looking at each other, my body reacting to how intense he's looking at me. His golden-brown eyes twinkling with a strong desire, the same type of emotion that I had seen in his eyes when we were in the pool, weeks ago.

"Do you wanna come in?" I ask him. He swallows hard.

"N-no, I have to go to bed," He declines, rubbing his eyes tiredly, like a toddler

I stick out my bottom lip, "But I'm not sleepy."

"I am. I have something to do tomorrow," He drawls.

"Please, just talk to me for like ten minutes. Probably tell me another funny story from your uni days and then you can go," I convince.

He huffs, "Do you have any idea what's going on in my head right now? Do you?" He questions, his words oozing frustration, and I give him an answer by negatively shaking my head, "No, you don't. Now let me go to bed, please?" His voice is deep, soothing, almost a sexy growl which cracks when he says 'please'.