HE SERVED ME BREAKFAST AND I ATE IT

The following week, I had taken leave from work to study for my ACCA exams. On one particular day, I switched off my phone to study all day, until rain fell that evening.

As I switched on my phone, I saw a text from him saying,

I’m outside.

Outside where? In confusion I looked outside the window to see his car parked outside my compound. I ran outside the rain to open the gate and let him in.

We returned into the house and I began screaming at him, “Why are you here?”

He wiped his wet body, “Baby girl, you were not picking my calls. My heart could not keep still because of you.”

I smiled and held his hand, “I’m sorry, babe. I turned off my phone to study for exams this week.”

He nodded and stared at me. His eyes trailed down my body as I was dressed in my father’s T-shirt, with nothing under. No, this was not the time for distraction.

I shook my head and walked away. I told him I want to focus on my studies that evening. He didn’t argue and just sat on the couch next to me, watching me read my book.

It was hard to concentrate. Duhh. There was a fine man sitting next to me, konji will not let me focus.

“You’re distracting me.” I complained to Babyboy TB.

He rose his hands up in surrender, “I will stop staring.”

“I want you to sit far away.”

“Okay.” He said and moved closer to me.

“I said farther.”

He moved closer. I shook my head and chuckled at his silly behavior.

“The farther you want me to be from you, the closer I want to be next to you.” He said softly.

I turned around to hide the blush on my face. I pretended like I was reading to hide my face from him. I felt him move closer to me from behind.

He placed both hands at the nape of my neck, rubbing his gentle palms against them.

“What are you doing?” I asked, relaxing my neck to his touch.

“Shh,” He whispered next to my ear, “focus on your book while I massage you.”

Ode. How do you want me to focus when my mind is doing 360?

I pretended to read, but all I could do was relax to his gentle touch. I shut my eyes as I let him move his hands from my neck down to my shoulders.

Soon, I felt his face close to my neck and could feel his light breath on my skin. He moved his lips to my neck and I knew what he was going for. I did not stop him.

When his lips pressed against the side of my neck, I felt the electricity in my body go up. That spark that comes with shock when NEPA brings light.

From kissing my neck came all manners of konji that could not stay within. We offed clothes, kissed and touched all parts of our bodies that existed. Except, I didn’t have sex with him.

I told him I wanted to wait till marriage before I sleep with man. Na Jesus baby I be.

That evening, he left my house with my virginity still intact.

Just when I thought we have reached our breaking point to be classified as lovers, I did not hear from Babyboy TB after he left my house. Ah, wetin happen?

He did not call, he did not text. But he posted himself clubbing and going out with friends on his Instagram story that week. That thing chuk me in my chest like knife.

I wanted to call him first, but I didn’t want to look desperate. It was him who was meant to call me first after I gave myself to him that rainy evening.

Was this how our relationship was going to end? Did he stop contacting me because I said I want to be celibate? Why do me like this now?

Or maybe his phone spoilt? Abi was it stolen? No, I think he was too busy with work to text me. And maybe when he returned home from work, he fell asleep and forgot to call me. That’s it. That’s the answer.

He would never ghost me like that. Babyboy TB was a sweet one, he would never do that.

One week passed and I didn’t hear from him. This was when I should have seen he was boiling the water to serve me breakfast. But noo, mumu me allowed him to continue.

My exams were over and I was back to work. During one of our office meetings, I saw a call from Babyboy TB.

I jumped off my seat and ran out of the meeting like I was expecting an important business call.

I picked up his call.

“Baby girl!”

I whined on the phone, “Uncle, you ghosted me.”

“No, no no, baby!” He groaned on the phone, “Stop playing like that. I didn’t ghost you. I just gave you space to focus on your exam.”

And boyyy did your girl fall for that trap. He explained himself and I fell for every bit of his explanations. Bisi, na werey you be.