A split second later, I am engulfed in a strong pair of arms and a demonically passionate kiss threatens to turn me cyanotic. It takes a moment for my mushed brain to catch up with whatever the heck is happening but before it does, he kisses my forehead and stands up to leave.

“My big man is okay,” he says and leaves, slowly shutting the door behind him.

“About last night,we need talk about it..”

Read About last night here

About Last Night II

It’s a Saturday evening, three days after I texted Jack that we needed to talk about that night. I have already started to come to terms that I might never get a response from him. Did I do something wrong? Did I bite his lip too strong? I highly doubt it but then I can’t be held accountable for the actions of my brains which was in a mush. One thing I know for sure though is that I hadn’t taken garlic for dinner and I definitely did not have halitosis. Why was he taking that much time?
Saturday evenings are my self-care evenings; I take an hour-long shower, enjoying the hot streams of water trickle down the curves and edges. I am very specific on how hot the water should be; hot enough to steam the room but cold enough to soothe my burning muscles. A scented soy candle burns away in the corner, filling the steamed room with a fragrance that, to say the least, wipes away all my memories. For that one hour, I am engulfed in serenity, calmness, and one more thing; a crazy shower playlist.
My shower playlist has 5 songs that play on repeat till my skin is soaked and can take no more of the heat.
This Saturday is no different. The playlist is in a blast mood and I am singing my lungs out in the shower; I call it a shower concert and I am the star of the show. Who else would be anyway?
Suddenly, the beats are cut short and only the trickle of water and the sound of the heating system dominate the air. This silence is a second longer than that which it takes to switch songs.
One….two….three
Something is definitely wrong. My face is full of soap and my hands are covered in what I assume is the third layer of the scrub layer; I must have lost track of the second layer. I fumble to open the faucet further to rinse off my hands but then a familiar soundtrack blasts into the air.
One more time, one last time yeah, one more time…

Oh my! That’s it! That’s the song! That’s his song….his set ringtone I mean. I can”t help with the excitement.

I need no temporary love
Play with my emotions don’t you dare
Look into my eyes and say you love me
Nataka a devotion and love deeper than the ocean

I try to reach for the faucet and miss it severally. Where the heck is this thing? I decide to get my towel instead to wipe my face and clear my vision, but I miss it and land on the wet soapy floor; bare butt first…Ouch!

The song goes on
Please don’t you waste my time
No no no Niko serious
Please don’t you waste my time
No no no Niko serious

I hurriedly try to pick my phone but my soapy face only allows me to catch a glimpse of the Caller’s id. Actually, the ringtone song already gave away the caller but I had to confirm it was actually him. It has been ages since he last called. When this year began, I made a resolution to save specific people with specific songs as their ringtone. That way, the song dictates the mood of the conversation. I felt this particular song by Nyashinski set the tone for my conversation with the caller; he better not waste my time.

The pain from the fall is yet to kick in and I know when it does, I will take up a new walking style for a number of days but that is the least of my concerns for now. I intend to receive the call but my wet hands swipe to the right and reject instead.
Damn it!

That was Jack calling and I just hang up. Not really hang up, but it will appear so. How do you explain that your fingers acted independently without raising suspicion of mental dysfunction?
I call back and the robotic voice rudely answers saying the user is on another call, please hold or call back later.
Should I hold or just call back later?

“Hey, I…” a masculine voice cuts short my soliloquy. It’s Jack on the other end.

“Ummm hey….” I say, mumbling on what to say. But then he called first, he should know why he called. ” Ummm, you called a minute ago….”

” Yeah, about that night,” he says and I hope that he intends to shed some light and hopefully in my direction of thoughts. I do a happy dance in my mind thanking all my stars for finally aligning in the right direction. I wipe the tears threatening to fall from my eyes and did I mention I had soap on my face, I bet I did.
For a minute the stinging pain in my eyes is all that I can hear and feel.
He must have been talking because what follows is a question. I am not sure whether it’s a trap question, an open-ended question, or a multiple-choice question but I already know the answer, it’s a yeesssss.
“Are we cool now?”
“Yesss”
“That is all I have been meaning to tell you”

Wait, whaaat?

I get a notification on my Whatsapp messenger from Jack immediately he hangs up. I bet this is his version of offering an explanation and I love it.

***

Hello my lovelies💫

Jack finally replied to my text

And don’t you all love the how cute and adorable that was?

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^Faith