Ps: If you love listening to music while reading, these are some of the songs that you could listen to while doing so that matches the mood of this chapter. Mind you, they are all Nigerian jam.

* Vibration by Fireboy

* Ku Lo Sa by Oxlade

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When the kiss ended, she looked up at him with those large intense eyes, into his desire filled equally resplendent ones.

'This isn't play acting anymore, is it?' she asked him with an expression that gave away the fact that she totally got the hang of the situation though she was pretending not to. Her body still burned from his touch. He stared at her, looking deep into her eyes, a little bit torn.

'I don't think so,' he answered her question truthfully, though he should not have done so, never.

'Yes,' she replied with a shrug. 'Me too,' she added after a second thought. 'It isn't. I feel that, know that,' she muttered to herself only. He raised a brow at her, his visage saying Pardon?

'Why? Why do you think so?' he asked her in a soft voice. His voice was too soft and morassing, softer than she had ever heard in their six years of friendship.

'Monica is not here, and that is why I think so,' was her candid reply.

'Yes, maybe you are right and maybe not,' was all he said. They stood for a while, staring at each other, studying what had been seen and what was just uncovered; seen but yet to be explored.

'I had best be getting in,' she said breaking the staring contest.

'Yeah,' he said fidgeting. 'I will catch you later on Sei.'

'Same,' was her monosyllabic reply. She turned away from him at that moment and walked away, towards her home. She managed to make it to the door even with the fact that her legs felt quite unsteady.

He watched her as she made her way to her bachelorette with new eyes, an enlightened eye. The curves he had never noticed before on her smiled broadly at him, taunting him. As if that wasn't enough, emotions and sensations that he had never had or thought to have for her, taboo emotions between friends crawled all around him, hovering dangerously. Wetyn dey occur? What was happening here? What in hell was happening to him? This was none other than Seiyafa, his best friend of probably six years and counting. How, just how could he fall for her now? Only just now? No, no, he had probably had too much to drink at the party. And if it wasn't the drink, it was the devil, the master of temptation, testing him with lust and he would not give in to that and destroy something really good.

When she got to her door, she turned to him and waved, distracting him from his thoughts for a moment. He waved back at her. She smiled in return and went into the her home. He sighed softly, turned and got into his car then locked the door. He slid into it and hit the steering wheel in a bid to not panic. How had this happened? He wanted her, his bestie, Seiyafa. Lord help him!

His useless mind chose then to reminisce on what he had memorized of her earlier. There was her shiny eyes, those big soft orbs that never ceased to melt his heart, her small pointed nose, her brown lips -that he had found was not only soft but sweet and full. There was also her long graceful neck, the one that tempted him to plant his teeth there as if he was a vampire. As if that wasn't enough, images of her seductive cleavage - the one that that black dress had distinctly emphasized flooded his idle mind. An idle mind is the devil's workshop? I buy that! Her slender waist came to mind next, followed by her full thighs and those smooth endless legs. Oh why, why was she such a desirable woman?! And why was he noticing that all of a sudden?! He was gradually getting frustrated by all of the ongoings. He felt himself harden once again as he thought of her naked, his hands running over her chocolate skin. Would it taste as good as it looked? Probably better than revenge chocolate cake? He sighed frustratedly.

'Get out of my head! Get out of my head!' he shouted at himself exasperatedly as he started his car and finally drove away, heading to the bar rather than his home. He thought mayhap a few sips of alcohol would deliver him from lust.

Seiyafa leaned on the door the moment she shut it and let out a loud sigh. What in the world was wrong with her? Why was she suddenly acting like a horny teenager who had just not puberty and didn't know how to control her hormones? Why was she suddenly aware of Taiye, her beat friend of six years, as a man?! When had this madness begun?!! But come to think of it, her lips still tingled from his kiss. Their first kiss years ago hadn't been like this. If it had been anything like this, she would never had let him alone. She would never had called off their farce of a relationship because they were made to be just friends and nothing more.  It had been one slippery sloppy affair that had felt all irritating and just you know... yuck! But this, this kiss that he had given her had made her hot and horny, almost instantly. She had even found herself wanting more, more than that. Oh what was wrong with her?! She had only wanted to teach Monica and Ron a lesson together with him, not fall for the man! She couldn't have him, shouldn't dare have him! Wouldn't destroy something do good between them because of one weakness called lust. Yes, it was lust. They were both going through rough breakups, and right then they needed all the love and warmth ever, physical or emotional. Such emotions, even pity cold be misinterpreted as love by their traumatized brain. This could not happen, they -Taiye and Seiyafa- could not happen, ever! But the fact that something already happened enervated her seriously. What was she to do? She sank into her soft couch and sighed. She didn't even hear Taiye drive away.

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GLOSSARY

#Nigerian Creole

* Wetyn dey occur? : What was happening to him?