Continued from here.
What are you doing here? How do you even know to come here? Are you stalking me now? Can I have a breather for God’s sake? My Mum put you up to this I’m sure, but what confuses me is how you and her got to be so cool because she doesn’t like you or even the idea of you!
Those where all the words that tumbled out of my mouth when I finally got over the shock of seeing Nnanna at Ezinne’s door. Anger clouded my thoughts and I was mad about a lot of different things, the dominant one being the fact that I couldn’t even run away in peace.
He just stood there, arms casually folded across his chest. I couldn’t help but notice how handsome he looked in his Virtue Clothier T-shirt, skinny jeans and patent Dsquared2 plimsolls.
Kubi: “Are you just going to stand there or are you going to explain what it is that you’re doing here?”
Nnanna: “Can I come in?”
“Why?” I ask. I’m still angry even though I know he’s only trying to help.
The door opens behind me and Ezinne, makeup done and now wearing a cute, short studded Emilio Pucci dress rather than the sweats she had on earlier, pops up.
“Yes you can come in. Pardon my cousin’s rudeness, it must be the excess salt in the rice I cooked that has unbalanced her manners. Mind you I don’t usually make those kind of mistakes with cooking….” she rattles off.
She gives me a withering look and continues blathering on while we make our way in.
Ezinne: “I’ll leave you two to it”, she says when she realizes we aren’t really listening to her clearing up the remains of the disaster that was dinner as she goes.
I’m glad the horrible food ordeal is over but now I’m faced with the possibility that I would still have to go back home to my Mum’s tonight. I just wanted some space and time, a couple days away from her and now here comes my own Liam Neeson here to rescue me after barely a couple of hours. I don’t like this at all.
Kubi: “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be rude, just didn’t expect you here.”
Nnanna: “Did you mean to give your mother a fright though? And why did you switch off your phone? I tried calling you a few times and was getting worried when it didn’t connect so I drove to your house to find out what was wrong.”
“And you met my mother and she won you over with her stories and convinced you to come and rescue me from the only place she knew I could be, right?” I concluded
Nnanna: “Yeah, that pretty much sums it up.”
I’m not sure but it almost looks like he’s trying not to laugh at me.
Kubi: “ Well, I’m not going back home with you if that’s the plan.”
Kubi: “Hmm? What??”
Nnanna: “In two, three months max, you’ll be in your own place, working, tired and suddenly missing your mother’s Ofe Nsala. Then you start to take the turning that leads to her house on your way back from work when you suddenly remember that you’ve pushed your mum away and things are not fine with you just because she scolded you on a certain day at the market and you ran away from her and broke her heart into tiny pieces.”
Kubi: “I needed to make a stand, to make her see me as an adult not as a child she can command and manipulate to fulfill her demands.”
“Seldom hear of runaway adults though”, he says with a smirk.
Ugh. He’s right.
Nnanna: “Get your things, I promised her it wouldn’t take longer than an hour.”
Kubi: “You must think you have me all figured out Mr.”
“Not quite”, he says, his voice almost a whisper, “but I intend to.”
I look at him wide-eyed and I can feel my face heating up.
As I say my goodbyes to Ezinne she all but ignores me while batting he lashes and thanking Nnanna over and over again for being such a gentleman. I just shake my head.
The drive home is a quiet one. He seemed suddenly withdrawn, his mind somewhere else and I can’t draw him out of it with my awkward attempts at conversation. I feel out of my depth and a bit resentful the pace of this… friendship? I wish I could dictate how I wanted it to go. It wasn’t very long ago that I hit his car and now here I am riding in that same car, sitting comfortably like I belong there.
I stare at him again. He’s so handsome. Why would a man like this be single? Or is he not? What if he has a wife with his parents back in the village, tending to his children while at the same time looking after his parents?
I groan inwardly. He turns to me and catches me staring.
He turns his gaze back to the road, then without warning swerves towards the sidewalk and stops the car.
Kubi: “What? What’s wrong?” I’m startled and confused, is there something wrong with the car?
He stares at me and in one quick movement he draws closer to me, unlocking his seat belt in the process, and brings down his lips on mine.
I feel a rush of adrenaline. This is how I thought it would feel and then some. His tongue finds mine and teases. As his mouth explores mine, his hands also rove, trailing down the small of my back and then brushing over the mound of my breast. I quiver under his touch, my nipples tauten and I gasp in pleasure.
I move my body closer to his. I want to be close, wrapped up in the smell of him, the feel of him, but something pulls me back. I try to move again and it’s still holding me back.
We pause. It’s my seatbelt. The damned seatbelt.
I have to laugh.
Nnanna: “I’ve wanted to do that since you opened the door today. I wanted to kiss you while you harangued me in anger.“
I can’t say anything so I just touch his face. I need my brain to come back from the journey it had gone on in the last couple of minutes.
The rest of the drive home is filled with stolen glances, soft smiles and giggles. My body still tingles from our moment of passion.
At the door of my mum’s apartment, I snuggled close to him to steal one last kiss while we wait for it to be opened.
He plants kisses round my face and I’m laughing when the door opens.
“I guess we shouldn’t have been worried after all” a man’s voice says.
I turned around, abruptly freeing myself from Nnanna’s arms.
It’s Chima, his face clouded with disgust.
Oh my God, what now?