Hey, fam. Here's a little dose of sweetness to make up for my inconsistency that's out of my control.🥺♥️ Thank you for 14k reads and I see what y'all are doing! 15k reads in the bag soon.🔥 Thank you, Mi familia. I do not take it for granted.✨

This chapter might give you sweet tooth, jsyk.😂♥️

The song for this chapter- Obsessed by Fave.

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                        "𝐼 𝑚𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑜𝑟 𝑚𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑏𝑒
                          𝑜𝑏𝑠𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑦𝑜𝑢.
                              𝑁𝑜, 𝑓𝑢𝑐𝑘 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡.
                                    𝐼 𝑎𝑚."

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           ~𝚂𝙷𝙰𝙺𝙸𝚁𝙰 𝙽𝙸𝙽𝙸𝙾𝙻𝙰 𝙼𝙰𝙻𝙸𝙺~

As I approached the estate, it felt like there was a gap—a disconnection between me and my emotions. I could feel them slipping away from me, and as the familiar gate came into sight, it became really hard to get a grasp on them. There was this wave of exhaustion that washed over me, engulfing me in a way that brought tired tears to my eyes.

I breathed softly in relief when I honked loudly and the gatekeeper opened up at once. I drove into the compound and pulled over in the garage. I turned off the engine, grabbed my bag and got out of the car. The guard was trying to greet me but I didn't spare so much as a glance in his direction before walking into the house.

My eyes snapped to the kitchen entrance when I heard footsteps. Mama Heather's bright eyes landed on me but her eyes soon softened with worry and I found myself quickening my pace so that I could get out of her sight on time.

"Shakira," She called out to me.

"Mama Heather, I can't do this right now. Abeg." I still didn't look at her, I just kept heading for the stairs. I could tell that she could pick up on the tiredness that oozed from my words.

"Are you okay?"

"I am fine!" I snapped, irritated as I ascended the staircase. Without casting a glance backwards, I headed for my room.

I kicked the door open and threw my bag somewhere in the room. For a fleeting moment, my mind wandered back to how difficult it was for me to concentrate on the exam questions, and how I struggled to answer the few I could. I knew without a doubt that if I had a C, the teacher just wanted to give me a pass.

My clothes suddenly felt too stuffy for me and I worked my fingers around the buttons of my shirt, ridding my body of it. My skirt and undies went off next but I paused mid-way when my phone beeped. I rolled my eyes and went back to the floor where I dropped my bag. I snatched it off the floor and retrieved my phone.

It was another round of numerous messages from Zee.

"I don't want to talk, Zee." I frowned, tossing my phone on the bed.

I discarded my undies and my uniform in the hamper, heading into the bathroom to take a shower. To wash off how dirty I felt. To wash off her scrawny hands off me. To wash her blood off my hands, even though I had washed it off earlier, I still felt dirty.

I scrubbed, scratched and screamed. Even at that, I still didn't feel clean. It wasn't until it got tiring that I dragged myself out of the bathroom, patting my body dry and changing into a pair of cotton shorts and a sports bra.

When I slumped on the bed and proceeded to throw my covers on my body, my phone began ringing. I grabbed it reluctantly and rolled my eyes tiredly at the caller ID.

"Haew, Jesus! Chizaram Johnsons, abeg nau!" I cried out and stuffed my face into my pillow, screaming into it. I settled for picking up after a while because I knew Zee wouldn't stop calling.

So, I swiped the receiver's icon and threw the phone beside me.

"Hey!"

Maybe she shouldn't have done that because she just made it more obvious that she had been crying. That one word was extra chirpy, cracking and punctuated with a shaky breath.

It quelled my frustration instantly and I felt back for not picking up her call since she had been calling. I practically avoided her after the whole thing went down this morning.

"Hey," I responded, my voice coming out strained. Tears welled up in my eyes in no time. I didn't make any attempt to hold them back. I was too tired.

"Do you need me to come over?" She asked me, trying to sound so cheerful.

"We can raid the kitchen, stuff our faces with food and junk, Netflix and cry together under the covers." She went on, trying to convince me, and that brought a teary smile to my face.

"God, I love you so much," I whispered.

"I love you too, bitch." Her quavering voice faltered and she broke into sobs, muttering curse words under her breath.

"The sleepover idea sounds nice but I am just really tired and I want to get some rest. I just want to be alone right now. I will be fine once I sleep it off." I told her and she sighed.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, Zee. I am sure." I mumbled, pulling the covers over my body.

"I am so sorry I didn't pick up your calls. I just didn't want to talk earlier." I added.

"It's okay, Kira. I understand. I will call you later tonight, okay?" She answered and I chuckled, nodding at how protective she sounded.

"Okay," I whispered.

"I love you," I added.

"I love you more, Shakira." That was the last thing she said before she hung up. I dropped the phone beside me and pulled the covers over my head, shutting my eyes.

My phone beeped softly after a while and I groaned, picking it up. When I unlocked it, a message from him popped up, syncing with my heart rate and bringing a wide smile to my face. I pushed the covers off my head immediately, sitting up and grinning from ear to ear.

Stefan.💞😚
Hey, Reina.🤎
3:04pm.

My fingers hovered on the screen, and I proceeded to type back a response but the highlight of my day had me retreating. The light smile on my lips didn't falter, and it still felt so surreal, to believe that he was willing to go extra lengths to show me that I had him.

Heck, if it were me too, I would abandon myself with how I reacted earlier today, but it was him. So full of light and positivity.

I didn't know what I would do without him at times.

The sound of a new notification pulled me out of my thoughts, and I saw that I had another message from him.

Stefan.💞😚
Do you want me to call?
3:05pm.

The smile on my face grew wider. He was the one asking if he would call but I was tapping on the WhatsApp audio call icon in a matter of seconds, and he picked up immediately.

"Hey, Reina." 

My cheeks went up in flames and the smile on my face grew wider at the sound of his deep voice. I was struggling so hard not to let out a squeal and I had to clamp my teeth down on my bottom lip to suppress the child-like sound.

"Hey," I mumbled shyly.

He chuckled. A rich, hearty sound that melted me into a puddle and I wished, so badly, for a fleeting moment, that he was here to hold me.

"How are you now?" He asked softly.

I fell back onto the bed with a sigh.

"I am okay. Just tired." I muttered.

"Oh," The drop in his vibrant voice was so obvious, causing me to furrow my brows in confusion.

"What's wrong? Is everything okay?" I inquired.

"Everything is okay. I just wanted to take you somewhere but you sound really stressed." Given how well I knew Stefan, I could imagine his eyes losing their brightness, etched with worry as he said those words.

"You want to take me somewhere?" I asked with a smirk and he chortled.

"Yes, Reina. I want to take you somewhere." He answered, his voice carrying a hint of tease in it.

I giggled.

"Stefan Oluyide, are you asking me out on a date?" I demanded, not trying to hide the disbelief that overwhelmed me. The smile on my face only blossomed and if tomato was a person, it would be me.

"Yeah, I am asking you out on a date." The audaciousness in his voice widened my eyes and I slapped my palm over my mouth to submerge the loud squeal threatening to sputter out.

"Do you want to go on a date with me, Reina?" He asked me.

"Of course, I want to go on a date with you, Stefan." I didn't care if there was a twinge of desperation in my voice. My heart swelled with so much excitement and the large grin on my face was almost stretching to the back of my head.

"I'll pick you up in two hours?" 

"Two hours it is," I affirmed.

"I'll see you soon, Reina." When he hung up, I threw my phone to the other side of the bed and shrieked in excitement. My unladylike squeals filled the room and I had to stuff my face into the covers just so the maids wouldn't come running in to ask if I was alright.

"I am going on a freakin date!" I screamed.

"Take that, bitches!"

                                                            
                                      •••••

"Girl, face it! I am your fairy godmother!" Zee shrieked, nearly choking on the noodles she was stuffing non-stop into her mouth. 

I rolled my eyes at how ridiculous she sounded, rummaging through the beauty products splattered on my dresser.

"You can't even say sorry!" she fired at me. 

"Why?" I quirked a brow at her. "Don't you know it's bad table manners to talk while eating?" I asked her, examining the pack of faux lashes in my hands.

"Oh, wow," she muttered, "I wan hang up. I no dey do anything again." Her last words had me snapping my head in the direction of my phone that was securely tucked in a phone stand, where she was glaring daggers at me, her mouth swollen with food.

"Oya, sorry." I chuckled.

"I am sorry," She strained her ears towards the screen of the phone. "I didn't hear you." She sassed.

"I said I am sorry," I grumbled.

"Oh, my God!" she screamed. "I am so excited! You two are finally going on a date." She grinned, proceeding to shove another spoon of spicy noodles in her mouth.

Zee was practically sweating as she was eating it. I was traumatised because the first time I had her make noodles for me, I wanted to die. I knew Yoruba people were badasses when it came to spicy foods, but they were amateurs compared to her.

"Is your throat not hurting you?" I furrowed my brows at her.

"I am perfectly fine." She answered, taking a large gulp from her water.

"You are not normal," I said without mincing words.

"Normal is overrated, baby girl." She wiggled her eyebrows.

"Zee, now!" I cried out, palming my head. The next words that came out of her mouth were indecipherable because of the food in her mouth.

"Oya, I am ready. Let's check the outfits." She grinned. I exhaled, getting up from my seat and I retrieved one of the dresses on the bed. I stepped backwards, so she could get a good look at them.

She had a pondering look on her face as she stared at the Jean shorts and baggy top in my hands.

"Too plain," She gave a dismissive wave of her hand in the air. "We need something that will drive him crazy." I nearly choked on my spit as she said that so casually, staring at her with wide eyes.

"What?" she arched a brow at me.

"Who said anything about driving anyone crazy? It's just a date!" I cried out.

"Yes, and that's the reason you have to look like a baddie." Her eyes were teasing, bright with amusement and they made me all red in the face.

"You are impossible!" I groaned, picking up the next one.

"What's this?" she glared at the red two-piece. "Did you swap your fashion sense for a bottle of red nail polish?" she asked sarcastically.

"Zee!" 

"Will you get that thing out of my face and let me see that white dress?" she hissed and I sighed, tossing the clothes on the bed. I grabbed the white dress, examining it.

It certainly doesn't look like much.

"Try it on." Her tone gave no room for arguments and I was way too tired to argue with her, so I stripped out of my clothes and slipped it on. 

The feel of the material beneath my palms had me humming in satisfaction.

"Now, that," She drew her words, "is the dress!" she shrieked. "Girl, look at those curves." Leave it to Zee to be overly dramatic.

I walked over to the mirror, and I couldn't suppress the smile that broke out on my face. Sure, the dress didn't look like much the other time but right now, it was just the right amount of simplicity and sexiness I needed.

I thought you said you didn't want to drive him crazy.

Well, thinking about it now,  it doesn't seem like a bad idea.

The white layered mesh long-sleeved dress was all snugged up against my body like a second skin. It drew attention to every inch of my body in a way that I loved and the colour made my melanin pop really hard. White has never looked more regal. It stopped right on my mid-thigh, showing off skin and my legs.

                    Kira's fit!🔥🤎

And I knew without a doubt that I was pairing it with chunky sneakers. It just seemed like the right shoes to bring out the allure of the fit.

"Babes, turn around fess." I turned to Zee, who was staring back at me with a mischievous grin. I rolled my eyes at her and heeded her request.

Her excited scream nearly tore my eardrums to pieces.

"You are so hot and it makes me want to cry!" she cried, cupping her face.

"Thank you," I blushed like a little girl.

"So," She clapped her hands like a little child. "Are you going to do your makeup now? You might want to start early so you wouldn't keep him waiting." She suggested and I shook my head, settling on the stool.

"No, I don't want to stuff my face. I'll just fix faux lashes, use some lip gloss and throw my wig on." I answered, running my fingers through my hair, which I had woven into four weaves earlier.

"I knew you were going to say that." She huffed and I giggled.

It was quite easy to fix the lashes. I dabbled a little bit of mascara to make it appear natural and I retrieved a black body wave wig from my wig stand and styled it as quickly as I could.

"Oh, you look just perfect." She cooed as I glossed my lips.

"Do you think it's too much? The outfit, I mean." I asked her.

"Girl, no! It's perfect. And we both know you will always look good in anything to Stefan." She grinned and I blushed at her words, looking away.

"Well," I grabbed my body mist and perfumes, spraying it on my body. "I think I am ready." I squealed like a little girl.

I rose from my seat and adjusted my dress, smoothening the non-existent crease nervously. She could also sense that I was really nervous.

"Hey," she called me, "you are going to be fine, okay?" she said softly.

"What if I screw it up? I don't even remember the last time I went on a date." My words were laced with worry.

"You are not going to screw it up." She spoke with a conviction that made me furrow my brows. She sounded so sure.

"How are you so sure?"

"It's easy. You like him. And with him, it's not forced. God, you should see yourself when you are with him." She smiled at me.

"Who said I like him?" I cocked a brow at her and she scoffed. "I don't like him. I don't mean I hate him. He is my friend and I don't see him that way." The words sounded so strange rolling off my tongue but I didn't allow myself to dwell on it.

"Right, whatever floats your boat." She agreed.

I ignored her and went ahead to slip on a pair of Dior sneakers, grabbing a matching bag.

"Call me when you get back?" she pouted.

"I will," I answered, flashing her a smile, and then I hung up.

When I checked the time, it was almost six. I knew without a doubt that he would be waiting for me already. So, with that, I headed out of my room.

                                         •••••

"Going somewhere?" 

Mama Heather's voice made me halt and I turned in her direction, wearing a light smile. The dark-skinned woman was leaning on the doorpost of the kitchen entrance, folding her arms across her chest with a teasing smile tugging at the corner of her lips.

She wasn't trying to hide it. It was that type of smile that set your cheeks on fire, because you already knew what was coming. 

"Yes," I answered. "Good evening, Mama Heather." I greeted her.

She tilted her head to the side. "So, is it that boy that brought you home that night?" she grinned and my eyes widened.

"What? No!" I debunked.

Lies from the pit of hell. My subconscioud snickered.

She arched a brow at me and chuckled.

"I didn't even tell you anything!" I threw my hands in the air. "You don't even know if it's a girl's Day out with Zee." I huffed defensively with a childish pout.

"No, it's not." She countered with a soft smile. "Your body language sold you out." She shrugged casually and I just stared at her like she had grown two heads.

"Don't look at me like that." She rolled her eyes. "You are too obvious and I knew it was the same guy from the other night and also the person that keeps you up at night you are going out with it." She divulged.

My eyes were nearly bulging out of their sockets. Tonight was definitely for discoveries because what was this analysis?

"How do you even know all this?!" I cried.

"Have you met yourself?" she walked forward, chortling. "You are so obvious. You should see yourself when it comes to him at times." Her eyes sparkled with so much softness and a hint of admiration that made my heart swell.

She stopped right in front of me, tucking my hair behind my ear.

"I like him for you. He is a very good boy." She whispered and I got teary-eyed, wrapping my arms around her.

"Thank you," I mumbled and she sighed.

"Now, you don't want to keep your prince charming waiting, do you?" She wiggled her eyebrows at me after she pulled away slightly.

I turned red at her words.

"Don't stay out so late, okay?"

"Okay," I mumbled. 

Planting a kiss on her cheek, I grinned at her and spun around, skipping towards the door.

But then, when I shut the door behind me, the harsh slam fell in sync with my heart, which rammed against my ribcage, threatening to burst out of its confines. It was as if the gravity of what was happening was beginning to dawn on me and the realisation made me feel like I was drenched in a bucket of ice.

There was this impulse within me, it was like a flicker that made me want to turn around, head back into the house and probably bail on him. But there was also a part of me that wanted to explore what the night held with him.

My eyes fluttered shut and I drew in a soft breath, hoping it would ease the tension that coursed through my bloodstream but it wasn't working.

Face it, Shakira. You are terrified of seeing him after what went down today. That voice in my head chose that specific moment to creep in.

I wanted so badly to believe that his view of me didn't change after seeing me the way he did at school but the voices in my head begged to differ.

He is lying to you and you know it. The voices snickered, sounding so sinister.

"No, he is not lying to me. He would never do that." I countered and struggled to suck in some breath afterwards. 

Patting my weave softly and weaving my fingers through whatever inexistent knots must have formed in each strand, I decided that I wasn't going to entertain those negative thoughts. Maybe some other time, but tonight, I was willing to watch the world burn.

I fished out my phone from my bag, proceeding to fire a quick text to him that I was ready but I was met by his message instead.

Stefan.💞😚
I am outside, Reina.
6:00pm.

He must have sent it earlier because it was a few minutes after six now. A smile crept up my lips, morphing into a grin and I giggled. All the doubts and anxiety that I felt earlier dissipated into thin air and was replaced by an unending giddiness that made me feel like a little girl, who was given her favourite brand of chocolate.

The excitement of seeing him again fuelled my steps and I found myself skipping off the porch and towards the gate. I waved off the thoughts of disturbing the security guard to come open up for me. So, I let myself out and shut the gate behind me.

When I spun around, my eyes darted to his tall frame that was leaning on his car. His muscular back view graced my view and the sight of his sweater-clad back made me bite down on my lip to prevent myself from swooning a little too hard. 

Then, it occurred to me that it had been a while since I had seen him in a sweater—his comfort clothing. I needed no soothsayer to make it clear to me that he was receiving a call, judging by the phone attached to his ear. The depth of his rich laughter resonated throughout the quiet estate, lighting it up with the warmth that oozed off the heartwarming sound.

Instinctively, my brows were beginning to furrow as a frown settled on my face while I wondered who he was speaking with.

"Guy, please." He chuckled and relief flooded through me, after which a feeling of embarrassment gnawed at me for jumping to conclusions so easily.

"Stefan," 

With the speed at which he swung his head in my direction, it almost plunged me into a state of worry if he didn't snap a bone. It had me wondering about his level of immersion in the phone call and if he could hear me that easily.

Heck, my voice was barely audible.

"Oh, well," The familiar voice that belonged to a certain brown-skinned boy made me realise that it was Jeremy at the other end of the phone. "I would take your sudden silence as a cue that she is there already." He chuckled and hung up.

My breath stalled, hanging in my lungs as he stared at me like he was trying to memorise every inch of me. His stare was soft in a way that displayed tons of emotions scattered across those Grey eyes that I badly wanted to reach out to touch.

They set my skin on fire, quickened my heart rate and made me swallow nervously, fisting the strap of my bag in my hands.

"I knew it was too much." I rapped out all in one breath, shifting uncomfortably on my feet.

"Fuck, come here." The rasp in his voice accentuated how audaciously soft his voice sounded, melting me right on the spot. I found myself trashing my manners right there because my feet moved in his direction like I was under a form of compulsion.

I walked into Stefan's arms and the fine-ass caramel-skinned boy snaked his arm around my waist, holding me without restraint like he had been waiting to do that, from the moment I walked through that gate.

He held me just the way I wanted him to.

"God, I missed you." He breathed. The warm breath that rolled out of him heightened the heat that settled between our proximity. It flamed up my cheeks, sprouting goosebumps all over my skin.

"Is that weird?" he asked, drumming his fingers against my skin. They left a surge of heat on every surface they touched on the fabric.

It felt like he was touching me.

I shook my head at his question.

"No, Stefan. It's not weird." I answered him and I meant it. I saw him hours ago and seeing him again evoked butterflies within me like I was just seeing him for the first time. 

"I missed you too," I told him. "So bad," I added the last part in a whisper and he leaned in, his cologne snugging me all up as he planted a lingering kiss on my cheek.

Then, he said, "Hey, Reina."

Two overly familiar words that slammed my breath right out of me.

And I concluded that there was no way in hell this guy didn't know the kind of effect he had on me, especially when he called me like that when his voice reeked of nothing short of sexiness.

I swallowed when he met my gaze and a sigh emitted from me as he reached up to my face, tucking my hair behind my ear.

"You look stunning. As always." He professed, his eyes gleaming with so much admiration, not leaving my face for a second.

There was something about having him all worked up beneath my touch that just got to me every damn time and right now was no different because I brought my fingers to the collar of his white shirt that was peeking out underneath his sweater, straightening it.

Keeping my eyes fixated on him, I slowly tucked my lower lip into my teeth, peeking at him through my lashes. "You look hot," Those words came out sounding so sensual. "Like really hot," I whispered, dusting off the non-existent dust off his clothes.

He did look hot. The scorching kind of hot. I mean, when has he ever not? He was rocking the hell out of his Burberry sweater that he threw on a white shirt. He paired it with cream-plaid trousers and finished it off with a pair of white Nike sneakers.

      Stefan's fit.🔥 Chai, this boy.😍

A combo that reeked of casual sexiness.

I proceeded to retract my palms that were now splayed on his chest but he stopped me.

"Don't take them off." 

His words struck a core in me. Not his words per se but the huskiness of his voice and how he sounded so out of breath. His palm that was resting on my back slowly tugged me forward and his smell was even more pronounced. The hot breath that emitted from him kissed every inch of my face. His palm glided back and forth on the surface of my back.

He leaned in, even further, leaving almost an inch hanging between us and it struck me that if he nudged his head forward, our lips would be brushing each other and the thought of that happening increased the way my heart pumped, causing it to throb really hard.

And then, he attached his forehead to mine, breathing softly.

"I love holding you. I love touching you but there's nothing I love more than you touching me." Stefan's proclamation stalled my breath, and I released a gasp afterwards.

Those words legit struck my guts and gave them a smackdown. They brought tears to my eyes and I knew that if I dared to blink, they would come pouring.

"Stefan. . ." My voice came out so croaked.

"Will you be my date to the dance, Reina?" he whispered and the tears I was trying to hold back eventually came pouring.

I chuckled. I chuckled again in disbelief.

"Are you serious?" I tilted my head backwards, staring at him. He nodded and I opened my mouth to speak but nothing was coming out. The only thing I could do was gasp. "Oh, my God, Stefan," I muttered. The tiny sound soon transcended into a breathy laughter and I closed in on him, throwing my hands around him.

"Yes, I'll be your date." I was a grinning mess.

"I was starting to think you were going to say no." He chuckled, cradling my body against his like it was so delicate.

"What? No! Why would I say no?" I pulled away, smacking his shoulder. He laughed and the sight held me transfixed for a moment as I watched him with a smile playing on my lips.

The boy drove me crazy in a way that I absolutely adored.

My eyes flitted past his frame, darting to the bouquet on the bonnet and they widened in shock. I had to blink, hoping I wasn't seeing things because I was so sure I didn't see anything when I stepped out.

When man have clouded your senses, nko?

He caught on to bow dumbstruck and looked over his shoulder, muttering an oh under his breath before proceeding to grab it. And then, he turned to me with an adorable grin, handing it over to me.

"For you, Mi Reina." He leaned in and kissed my cheek.

"God, they are gorgeous!" I exclaimed. "How didn't I see them earlier?" I mused, totally absorbed by how breathtaking they looked in the neat white wrap.

                 Reina's flowers.😌💞

I grabbed the flowers with one hand and flung my arm around his neck, hugging him while squealing loudly.

"I totally love them! They are beautiful." I cooed, staring down at them when I pulled away slightly from his body. 

"Yes, but they are not as beautiful as you are, Reina." He told me and the grin on my face went even wider, nearly stretching to the back of my head. 

I was a red mess. I buried my head into his chest to hide how badly I was blushing and he chortled in amusement.

"Are you ready?" he asked and I nodded against his chest. I pouted at the thought of getting out of his arms but I knew we had to leave if we were going to come back on time. 

So, I released my grip on his chest and looked at him. "Where are you taking me?" I cocked a brow at him.

"Now, that would ruin the surprise if I tell you." He responded with a smile and I huffed.

"Here," Stefan handed me the keys to his car and I had to look at him twice to ask if he was being serious. 

"What? You are giving me your keys." My eyes were almost bulging out of their sockets.

"Yes, Reina. Tonight is all about you and I figured you might want to drive us. Do you want to drive us?" he asked, his eyes mirroring the tenderness of his touch.

I knew how much Stefan loved his baby and him handing me the car keys appalled me to bits and pieces.

"God, this boy." I stared at him in disbelief. "You are so full of surprises." I voiced out.

He shrugged with a smirk. "I told you I am like an onion. I have so many layers to me." He wiggled his eyebrows at me and I smacked his shoulders.

"Tah, get out!"

"Are you sure though?" I asked, a little unsure.

His responsed to what I said was him by pulling me closer and pressing a soft kiss to my forehead. 

"What's mine is yours, Reina. I am sure and I trust you." There was one emotion that stood out amidst the tons of emotions that swirled in his eyes.

Trust.

And he wasn't afraid of showing me. He wanted me to see it and it was right there, how much he trusted me, and I have never felt so safe.

"You are golden. You know that, right?" I whispered.

"Oh, I know." He answered with a straight face and the expression on my face morphed into a playful frown.

"Showoff," I rolled my eyes.

He chuckled, brushing a strand of my hair off my face. "Come on," He urged me.

Stefan let me out of his arms and led me to the driver's seat, pulling the door open. I got in and he shut the door after me, going around to get in through the other side while he dropped the bouquet and my bag in the backseat.

"Now, let's get you all strapped up." He leaned over to where I was and my breath quickened when I realised how close he was. He must have noticed how I stiffened and when his eyes clashed with mine, I might have forgotten how to breathe.

I saw his throat bob swiftly, his eyes darkening with an intensity that shook me to the core. He didn't say a word and I was grateful he wasn't trying to cut the moment short because I was willing to allow myself to drown in the depth of his eyes.

This boy was gorgeous up close.

He reached forward, tugging the seat belt from its compartment. His fingers brushed my neck in the process and I felt the hair on my skin erect at the bare contact. That slight graze made me feel like I was being engulfed in flames.

Fuck it. This boy. . .

He slowly strapped it around the middle of my chest, causing me to suck in a breath and I knew if he peered closer, he would make out the goosebumps that dotted my skin. When he finally inserted it into its casing, I released a harsh breath I didn't know I was holding.

"Good?" Stefan sounded so breathless. His voice was a deep, raspy mess. It was so clear that what just transpired between us had as much effect on him as he did on me.

"Good," I answered, my voice equally raspy.

With that, he blinked, retreated and slipped into his seat. That glowing smile was back up on his face in no time, extracting a replica from me.

He reached over the compartment, slipping his fingers into mine, entwining them and squeezing them softly.

And then, he looked up. "You go, I follow." He whispered, his eyes beaming with so much adoration.

I ignited the engine, looking away with a smirk playing on my lips.

"Very well, then."

A/N

Sky daddy, please, please nau, please o. Please ooooooo. I am not rushing you, sir but a man like Stefan, please!😭 Ehjor, sir.🤲

Ei, God!😂🔥 This boy has all of me. He does. Completely because what's all that sexiness?! And one girl is somewhere friendzoning him.😒

Come to Mama, my love.😌

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I don't know when the next update will be but Goodnews is I have started working on it.

Adiós ✨

Love, Didi.♥️