(P.S: I just hope you know that this book is marked mature. Toor)

Jemimah hugged her books tighter as she waited by the roadside. Micah had told her to wait for me. Her heart was racing subtly and she was totally anxious to see him. Over the holidays, after she helped him sneak Jeremiah out of the house, she and Micah had been talking more and she found out that she couldn't help but want to speak to him, especially after she admitted to Adesewa that she liked him; she couldn't help it. Like Adesewa had said, she had made her choice, even long before Adesewa gave her the choices.

She had been texting Micah during class and he had asked her when her class was ending, he had then told her to wait for him; he would pick her up after class. She knew what Paul, Peter and Doyin would say so she had found a way to excuse herself to come and wait for Micah. She didn't have to wait long because a black car soon rolled to a stop beside her. She quickly opened the door and got into the front seat.

It was the first time she was seeing Micah since she had resumed two weeks ago and he looked the same, handsome and lazily sexy, that a glance at him made her stomach flip in excitement.

He was dressed in his usual shirt and white round neck underneath with the first few buttoned, except that his shirt was actually buttoned properly and only one of the buttons was not buttoned; he was wearing jeans and a lot of him told Jemimah something else. She smiled at him and asked, "You are coming from class?"

Micah darted at a glance at her as he turned into a corner. "Choco, I'm a student; I think you keep forgetting that," he responded and Jemimah laughed.

"Well, drop your bag in the back," he added and Jemimah chuckled, stretching to drop her bag in the back; she dropped her books as well.

"Where are we going?" she asked and Micah turned to her. "Where do you want to go?"

His question and gaze made Jemimah swallow hard. "Well, your place?" she asked and Micah nodded as he drove out of school. She watched as he drove through very familiar surroundings and till they got to the gate, a horn was sounded, and the gates were flung open and he drove in.

The compound was quieter than usual as she got down but before Jemimah could grab her bag in the back, Micah had dragged her bag and books so easily and was already walking in front, like a gentleman."

"You are acting like a gentleman," she muttered and Micah laughed, "I am a gentleman."

The boys playing games in the seating room immediately jumped to their feet the moment King came in. A look of surprise showed on their faces seeing Jemimah behind him.

"Hi," Jemimah greeted and the boys nodded at her as King without a walked past them.

"King", someone called, and Jmeimah immediately recognised her. If not for the fact that she had known that she was a girl, it would be hard to believe in her supposed tomboyish clothes.

"Is there a problem?" he paused and asked and Queen turned to Jemimah with a frown on her face.

"You remember the way to my room," Micah said and Jemimah nodded, walking past Queen with her own frown.

"What's her problem?" she muttered as she walked away.

"Hmmm, Queen, what's the problem?" Micah asked as soon as Jemimah was out of earshot.

Queen stared at him, looking conflicted, seeing her expression. Micah furrowed his brow, "I hope you are not about to ask what I think you want to ask," he said and Queen immediately gulped. She still remembered their last conversation and she swallowed immediately, racking her brains on what to say.

Micah took another glance at the girl in front of him and, without another word, turned and started walking away. Black's previous words came to him and he frowned.

"Did I really spoil her?" he asked no one in particular as he stepped into the room. Jemimah had crawled into his bed so easily, scrolling through her phone. She immediately sat on the bed when he came in.

"The chair was uncomfortable; I hope you don't mind," she quickly explained and Micha laughed.

"You slept in it before, remember?" he told her and Jemimah blushed watching as Micah placed her bag and her books on the table. He unbuttoned his shirt all the way down and took a seat on one of the chairs.

"How are your classes coming along? I hope you aren't getting in trouble with any of your lecturers," Micah said and Jmeimah pouted. She knew Micah was teasing her.

"I'm a good Mr King," she responded. It was the first time she was calling Micah his nickname to his face. She loved how his name rolled off her tongue but she preferred Micah so much better.

"Besides, I was also a good student back then; someone was the reason why a certain professor almost made me fail," she added and Micah chuckled.

"And I remember making it up to you," Micah replied and Jemimah shrugged.

"Well... that was good," she replied.

Their conversation spiralled into several things; their laughter echoed off the walls and even though she knew that everyone in the house would hear them, Jemimah didn't care; she was just having a good time with her crush.

Click.

"You said you weren't going to take a Jemimah whined as she rushed towards Micah. She had tried on one of his hoodies and thought it was huge. She wanted to see how she would look in such a really big hoodie and had made Micah promise to take a picture no matter how awkward she looked in the hoodie. He had agreed but the moment she had worn it, Micah had clicked a picture. Jemimah was so sure that she would look terrible in the picture because of how huge the hoodie was looking on her.

Micah was still on the chair and he raised his hand upwards out of Jemimah's reach.

"Come on, you said you weren't going to take a picture," she said as she stomped her feet and Micah laughed.

"I just took a souvenir," he replied and Jemimah tried to take his phone from him again but as she stomped her feet and tried to stand on her toes, she directly fell into his lap. The atmosphere changed immediately as the two of them stared at each other without a word.

"I... I..." Jemimah couldn't find the words. Her gaze dropped to Micah's lips, heart pounding. That night flashed in her mind again. Even now, she still hadn't shaken the image.

Before she could stop herself, the words slipped out in a whisper, "Can I kiss you?"

She was the one who asked, but Micah moved first. His hands slid around her neck, pulling her closer until their lips met halfway.

The kiss started slow, tentative, like they were testing the edge of something they both craved. But seconds later, it was clear Micah wasn't satisfied. He parted her lips and slid his tongue into her mouth, kissing her with such raw intensity it made Jemimah dizzy.

She clutched his shirt tighter, her whole body turning molten under his touch. She wasn't an expert, but she kissed him back, mimicking his rhythm, her heart racing like mad.

Heat surged through her. She could feel her nipples tightening against his chest, her breath catching. Micah broke the kiss first, gasping. They stayed locked in each other's gaze, still panting, overwhelmed by what had just happened.

Jemimah didn't think, her reasoning gone with the kiss. She leaned in again, arms winding around his neck as she kissed him a second time.

Micah's hands found her waist, holding her gently. She'd imagined kissing him more times than she could count, how it might happen, how it might feel but this? This wasn't even close. Her imagination hadn't done it justice.

It felt like everything and more.

Their lips moved in sync, like they were made for each other. She couldn't stop. She didn't want to. She wanted to kiss him forever. She pressed her body against his, rubbing against him instinctively. The groan that escaped him only encouraged her. She kissed him harder, but then Micah pulled back suddenly, staring at her with eyes dark and unreadable. Jemimah shivered under the weight of his gaze.

"Choco..." he breathed. "I promise you, you don't want to do that."

She blinked, chest rising and falling. "I'm sorry," she said quickly.

Micah chuckled softly. "You don't have to apologise for anything."

He leaned in again, pressing a kiss to her lips, gentle this time. Just as she reached for him again, he pulled back once more.

"Are you okay?" he whispered.

Jemimah nodded.

She was lying.

She was anything but okay.

Half an hour later, Micah was driving her back to the hostel and the car was quiet, the memories of her kissing Micah still hadn't left her head and at the same time, she was terrified of what Micah thought of what had happened. She had heard many stories about Micah and women, stories she didn't like.

The ride was quiet and she didn't say anything till he got to the gate of her hostel. She turned to him, trying to find words to say but no words came out of her mouth. She raised her head to see Micah staring at her with amused eyes.

"What?" she said in a small voice.

"Don't overthink," he replied and Jemimah's lips parted.

What exactly was he asking her not to overthink? The kiss? Their relationship? What exactly?

"Goodnight, Choco." Micah's words silenced the questions that were crawling up Jemimah's throat and she immediately flashed him a smile and grabbed her bag.

"Goodnight, Micah," she replied as she got down and walked away, refusing to look back, just as she was about to enter the gate, she saw Vickie also walking inside.

"Where are you coming from?" Vickie asked and then she turned behind her before raising a brow.

"Ohhhhh.....I see now," she teased and Jemimah laughed, grabbing her head and pulling her onto the walkway to their hostel.

"Don't you say a word," she said and Vickie made a movement with her fingers as if she had zipped her lips. She stared at Jemimah again and chuckled.

"You guys kissed?" she asked and Jemimah immediately covered her mouth, staring at her with wide eyes.

"How did you know?' she asked and Vickie lowered her hand. "Your lips are quite swollen, you know," she commented and Jemimah rolled her eyes.

"Shut up, Vickie," she muttered as she ran up the stairs and Vickie's laughter echoed after her.

"Don't be shy, okayyyyyy?"

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Only one wod o this chapter- OMO