… continued from Episode 8
“Isn’t it a bit late for you to be here?” He was still smiling as he let me in.
“I know. I wanted to apologize for earlier today. I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable. It’s just that when I lay on you, I remembered …”
“Oke.” I looked up at him in surprise. He still remembered the name.
“Yes,” I finally answered. I didn’t realize I was playing with my fingers until he stayed their motion with his hands.
“I understand,” was all he said before leading me to a seat. He settled on his haunches till our eyes were level, then said, “I would never do anything you don’t want me to do, Kaitlyn. I promise.”
It came out in a whisper but the conviction in his eyes was so strong that I believed him completely. I smiled as he playfully dug his hands into my thick kinky hair.
Christmas is the most beautiful time of the year for me. It has always been. This year was more special because Kelvin had come into my life. We spent a great deal of time together outside rehearsals. I never got tired of his goofing around. My burden of guilt had been slightly lifted, and so there were no awkward moments with Abigail. Sometimes the three of us hung out together. Every time she looked at him, I saw the longing in her eyes but I always ignored it.
It was on one of such outings that everything changed. We had gone to see a movie that night, the three of us. It turned out to be nothing like what we expected. I mean, one would think that with all the hype, ‘Batman vs Superman’ would have been awesome. It was not.
Abigail left immediately after the movie so Kelvin insisted that I accompany him to Shoprite where he needed to buy some things. I agreed to tag along on the condition that he would treat me to any chocolate bar I wanted. Moments later we were heading back to his place with a Snicker bar in my hand. I decided to stay a while to watch an episode of ‘How I met your mother’. One episode turned to two and soon enough I got caught up in the comedy series and Kelvin’s company.
The fifth episode had just ended when I looked at my watch and panicked. Time really races when you’re having a good time. I got up quickly, ready to leave.
“I wish you would stay a little longer.” He avoided my eyes but the frown on his face was unmistakable. I could tell he was struggling not to touch me; in fact, he had shown superhuman restraint since he promised to touch me only on my own terms. With the realization of how much he cared about me, I smiled. The knowledge stirred up a part of me I wasn’t familiar with and as I stood in front of his closed door, I knew I was ready to let go of the fear.
I reached out and touched his face. The shock of my touch was evident in the widening of his eyes and the tiny gasp that escaped his lips. He reached for my hand on his face.
“Kaitlyn.” His voice was husky, his breath sharp. I was shocked by what my touch could do to him, who could’ve thought?! It made me feel powerful and all the more attracted to him. I moved closer, watching the war rage on in his eyes.
“I really don’t want to hurt you, Kaitlyn.” I smiled. How could he hurt me? All I saw in his eyes was love; but already he was pushing my hand away. I stopped him by placing my other hand against his cheek. My heart thundered away beneath my breast.
“You are not capable of hurting me.” The ease and comfort in my voice nearly startled me, it sounded nothing like my racing heart.
“What do you want, Kaitlyn? What do you want me to do?”
His expression turned dark in a way that could have been scary, but I was not afraid. I always wondered what a real kiss would feel like and through my childish years, I had convinced myself that I was going to hate the disgusting mixture of saliva. How wrong I was. All I could feel was him; his breath as it fanned out hot on my face, his hardness against my softness, his arms around me, soothing and stroking.
I felt no fear, only passion. He held me in a tight embrace and I felt his heart beating as wildly as mine, beating with mine. My lips trembled beneath his as I let go; I lost myself in Kelvin’s embrace.
I couldn’t stop pacing after ringing the doorbell. Memories of the night before haunted me. I knew what I felt for him had escalated to a whole new level; surely I loved him. Did I? Could I?! The mere thought of it was insane. One kiss, Kaitlyn, really? That’s all it took? C’mon, you’re not in love!
But I couldn’t convince myself that I felt nothing more for him than just a mere crush. This wasn’t how my previous crushes had felt. I couldn’t stop feeling guilty about Abigail as well. The weight of the guilt had driven me out of the house and to her doorstep this morning. Now that I was here, I couldn’t stop pacing.
She opened the door and let me in.
“Hi.” She said with a wide smile and we hugged.
‘Hey you.’ I said, digging my hands deeper into my pockets.
After about thirty minutes of pure torture – laughing, gisting and doing nothing really – I told her I needed to talk to her about something important.
“Aha, I knew something was up! Oya, spill. Gist me.”
I wished it was one of those gists that had to do with a guy who was toasting me or a guy whose attention I was trying to get. One we could laugh over and forget quickly, but it wasn’t. It was about Kelvin, who I was sure I was in love with, who Abigail was crazy about. I started talking, and while I did, her expression remained the same. I couldn’t read her face or body and it made me feel very vulnerable, but I kept on talking. I had to.
I told her about my feelings for Kelvin and how I had tried to suppress them because of her; about his feelings for me and about my guilt. I told her everything except for the previous night and the kiss; that beautiful moment I wanted to keep to myself for as long as I could.
I waited for her to yell, to tell me to leave her house and never return, to call me names, but she said nothing. I searched for anger in her eyes but it was as deadpan as I had never seen. Eventually she talked.
All she said was, “it’s alright, Kaitlyn. It’s life. Shit happens.”
to be continued next week …
By Keren-Happuch Odinenu
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