Chapter 72 Vignette 66
We'd just completed our exam for that college year.
Sienna and I sat on a bench at the edge of the empty classroom. We were chatting about the just completed stressful exam and all the fun things we'd do that summer holiday.
“Eva, we're going to have sleepovers and chat all night, then wake up in the morning, prepare breakfast and head out to the pool.” She squealed.
And I squealed too, genuinely excited.
But then her phone buzzed beside her. She tilted her head to where the phone laid, practically begging for attention.
Then she picked it up and her face glowed like New York City Malls during Christmas.
Then she jumped out of the desk, screaming in excitement.
“What's the good news, Sienna?” I asked, smiling, even though I had no idea why she was so happy.
She returned to the desk after jumping around the classroom, her voice reverberating in the walls.
“I just got a message from Derek, he says he'll be back to New York in two weeks.”
I smiled faintly, “Wow, that's in a really short time. At least I would finally talk to you in peace without hearing you rant his name all over my ears, saying you miss him and how tight you would hug him when you finally see him.“ I teased.
She giggled, “c’mon, Eva, don't be a bitter heart, I was only expressing myself to you.”
I stood up. “That's great, but he is your boyfriend not me. You can always express yourself to him instead.” I started packing my books.
She only laughed.
And I smiled too.
Then I got out of the seat.
“Come on, Sie, let's go. It's getting late already.”
We walked out of the classroom down the empty hallway.
Then on the sidewalk.
Chatting, laughing.
In my room, I fell heavily on the bed, my face pale… clearly tired from late night studying, waking up early to meet up exam schedules, barely having time for myself.
I had already developed dark circles during the weeks.
But I was glad it was all over.
I smiled, staring at the ceilings as I already started living the fun summer Eva and I had planned, in my head.
But then my phone beeped beside me.
I rolled over to it to see which motherfucker was texting me now.
But my lips curved into a smile after seeing Derek's message.
Yes. Derek.
Sienna’s boyfriend.
He was my friend too.
I sat up on the bed, my thumb flew across the keyboard, tossing him a reply.
He texted back almost immediately and my smile widened, simply enjoying his vibe.
But suddenly the smile on my face faded. Just slightly.
And my brows arched when I read one message from him.
Derek: “I'll be back to New York this weekend. Don't tell Sienna.”
Confusion etched itself on my face. I paused.
Then sent a reply.
“Okay. But… did I hear it wrongly or did you tell her that you'd be back in two weeks?”
Derek: “nope… you didn't hear it wrongly. I told her I'll be back in two weeks instead of this weekend because I wanted to spend a week with you, before the week she thinks I'll be returning.”
“Hell, no! What the heck are you planning for the two of us?”
Derek: “😂😂. Relax, Eva. It's nothing linked to what you're thinking of?”
“Then what is it?”
Derek: “It's nothing serious. I'll explain everything to you when we're together. Bye for now.😘”
He went offline before I could send the next message.
I woke up that Saturday morning, heart pounding.
I didn't want to do this.
Not without Sienna's knowledge.
But somehow, I trusted Derek.
Maybe he was doing it for Sienna's good.
Maybe to plan a surprise or something.
I refused to conclude just yet.
I packed a few clothes and headed to the hotel where Derek asked me to wait for him.
Sienna had texted me that morning. She wanted to come over but I told her I was visiting an aunt and wouldn't be returning till the next week.
When I got to the hotel, the receptionist checked a few details before showing me to a room on the fifth floor.
There was a mix of excitement and anticipation building in my chest but I fought hard to play it cool, because it was just Derek.
Not anyone special.
Perhaps.
Nothing serious was going to happen.
Or so I thought.
I waited one hour.
Then an extra 30 minutes.
Checking my phone the whole time for updates from him, bombarding him with questions on how his flight is going, how long it would take.
But at some point he stopped responding.
I tucked myself under the duvet.
Waiting breathlessly like his arrival was supposed to mean anything serious to me.
But then…
DING!
At the door.
I jumped out of bed.
Immediately.
Heart racing.
The ground was too cold now.
Or maybe it was just my spine feeling the cold.
I took a quick glance at my reflection on the mirror.
Skin? Check.
Brows in order.
Lip gloss? Perfect.
None of these were supposed to matter. But somehow, they did.
I smoothened my hair quickly.
Then rushed to the door, hands trembling with excitement.
My fingers wrapped in the door knob.
Then I whined and pulled it.
God, help me.
The figure standing in front of me wasn't one of those I could restrain myself from hugging.
Tall. Straight shoulders. Smooth and spotless white skin.
His eyes were charming brown. Alongside those jawlines that looked even more edgy when he smiled.
His pristine white shirt clung to his chest like a second skin.
And those abs?
Geez! They were new.
He had also grown a tiny moustache over the months that now made him look like the perfect man for me.
I mean…. For my best friend.
Tears nearly fell from my eyes as I recalled our past.
But good thing I locked them back in before they embarrassed me.
“Oh, my! Derek,” I exclaimed and put my arms around him, trying really hard to compose myself.
Then I pulled away quickly before I got too emotional.
“You've changed so much in just a few months.”
“And you too, Eva.” His eyes scanned me from scalp to toes. “You’re really glowing and looking even sexier than I last saw you.”
I stepped aside and he walked in, smiles on our faces.
But then he arched his brows, just a bit, as he stared at my face for over a second long. “Hey, what's up with the dark circles?” He asked,
My eyes widened, “dark circles? Oh no, I thought I had gotten rid of them completely.”
I pressed fingers to my cheek, tilting my head as I stared at my reflection.
He chuckled.
“Don't worry, you still look good regardless.”
I smiled, relieved.
A thud sound as he dropped his bag on the bed.
Then I walked over and sat on the bed.
“So.. tell me. Why did you lie to Sienna about your returning date and decided to see me instead.”
“Are we planning a surprise for her?” I asked, clenching my teeth.
He heaved a sigh, shifted the bag and sat beside me. So close, his scent nearly hypnotized me.
I instinctively leaned a little closer to get more of the scent. Our thighs brushed by the side but he didn't seem to notice.
Or maybe he just didn't care.
He faced me.
Then placed his palm behind mine.
His palm was warm. And his touch literally made my breathing unsteady.
I noticed every blink of his eyes.
The way it flickered like he was about to say something he'd been holding back for a long time.
Then… his gravelly deep voice.
“Did you feel anything?” he asked, his voice low and calm.
I looked at his hand. Then his face.
Tears instantly blurred my vision as I nodded.
I tightened my lips…instinctively… to muffle my sobs from escaping.
But I couldn't hold it for too long.
I quickly cupped my hands to my mouth as tears finally dropped from my eyes, my body shaking with sobs.
Derek just stared at me.
Then he pulled me in a hug.
So tight and comforting I felt at home.
I cried in his chest for a few minutes and then became calm, eyes still red, face pink.
I pulled away, wiping my nose in my wrist.
Then he dabbed the last drop of tear off my cheek.
Then leaned in and kissed my forehead.
“You're a sweet soul, Eva. You've done so much for Sienna already.” He said calmly, voice low, his brown eyes darting between my dark teary eyes.
“You ignored what you felt for me. Sacrificed your own happiness for hers.” His eyes shrunk.
“And you never paused for a second to rethink this decision. To choose yourself instead of her.”
Then I started sobbing again.
He pulled me into another hug, and patted my back.
When I stopped crying again, he pulled back just enough for our eyes to meet. And for our nose to touch.
We just stared closely at each other.
Eyes and breath sending warnings through skin and heartbeat.
He shifted his head closer.
And kissed me.
I stopped thinking when his lips touched mine.
I forgot how to breathe.
My head became cluttered.
It didn't feel real.
Not one bit.
I hadn't even realized how much I’d craved a kiss.
Not just a kiss… from anyone.
A kiss from him.
A touch from him.
My body went cold.
Or maybe warm.
I just couldn't feel myself anymore.
And then… tears dropped from my eyes again.
My heart beat resumed, pounding even faster.
Very loudly in my ears, like a JBL Boombox pressed against my skull.
I kissed him back.
Then his lips flushed inside my mouth.
Deepening.
Sucking hungrily.
Like he'd been craving me too.
His hands on my shoulder slid the single strap of my dress off my arms. Slow and fluid.
The next second, we were on the bed, entwined against each other, clothes gently slipping off until everything we had on was scattered on the bed and floors, leaving us with nothing but a sheet draped over us, skin against skin.
Under the duvet, the way his chest pressed to one of my bare breasts, one of his big hands cupped to the other, squeezing and moaning softly.
Made me spread my legs, silently begging him to go in between them.
But he didn't.
Not yet.
Then he kissed me again.
Hungrily.
Like he can never get enough of my lips.
I moaned right into his mouth.
Then he trailed his hands on my skin, making shivers course through my veins.
I moaned when he trailed it on my thighs till those wonderful fingers were caressing my cunt.
He didn't wait.
He slid the middle finger inside me and let me convulse.
He inserted it deep… and in a slow pace that broke me into pieces.
One of my hands instinctively located his cock.
It was really hard now.
And a spill of cum lingered on the tip.
I stroked it.. and maybe that knocked him off his senses.
I knew…with the way he groaned and pulled away.
He quickly searched his bag and took out a satchet of condom.
He tore it without wasting a second.
Then wore it on his long, beautiful cock like he didn't want to waste a breath.
I nearly died when he straddled me and finally penetrated his cock inside me.
He fucked me like he owed me the world and wanted to pay back with his cock, and teeth grazing my tits as he sucked on them.
We spent hours fucking. Moaning. Groaning.
Thinking of nothing else and just living in the sweet fucking moment.