Chapter Nine

Chapter Nine
He's not asking any more questions, I know he is done with that, what I don’t know is what he could do if I continue acting shady.
I get distracted and our eyes meet, it’s for a second, but enough for me to see he’s changed from concerned to “bitch speak up” expression.

I ’m just really nervous, I clench on my robe tighter and let it out.

“I ’m scared...”

“Of what?” His response comes too quick, like he was expecting me to say that and annoy him even more.

“Of…I don’t know, of that I won’t know what to do,” I say, strength gathered, eye contact maintained.

He says nothing but I know he is saying ‘continue’.

“I’m a virgin," my mind does it again, it shoots straight to my mouth without warning me. That’s not what I was going to say, I was going to tell him but I was going to make it sound less weird like: “I haven’t had sex so far”.

I lost eye contact again when I broke the big news so I’m looking at his thighs and I still have no idea what his reaction is.

He strokes under my chin with his two fingers, pushing my face up to look at him. It’s not a gentle stroke I must mention.
I expect him to say something, give me a reaction, a response. But he just stares at me instead, really it’s not even a stare it’s like he's asking himself questions in his head, questions he should be asking me.

Suddenly his eyes are all over the place, he’s the one avoiding eye contact now.

“I ’m sorry about everything,” he says.

Now I’m confused. I don’t ask.

“I’m sorry for, I don’t know, getting pissed off,” he says. An apology is the last thing I expected, or that he’d completely ignore the virgin situation.

He stands up and walks to the main bedroom, he doesn’t close the door but I have no idea what he ’s doing in there.

He comes back, walks past me to the door already half naked. I know he's going for a run.

I sit still, waiting for my brain to start functioning again.

Within minutes he’s back. He sits next to me and places a scatter cushion on the corner of the couch and leans back. His one arm goes around my shoulder, he pulls me towards his chest and I don’t protest, instead I put my arm around his waist area as I rest my head comfortably on his chest.

I pull my legs up to rest on the couch and he does the same with his other leg. My lower body is in between his legs and where our feet meet at the end of the couch, he puts his on top of mine.

This is cosy, I love the smell of sweat on him, I know it’s crazy but I do.

I still want a reaction though on that little bomb I dropped, or was he already expecting it? “You’re the first virgin I’ve ever met in my life,” he says. What the hell, Pinocchio?

His comment is just stupid. I roll my eyes.

“So you’ve waited all this time?”

More stupid.
“Yes,” I say.

“For what?”

Ghosh! Someone shoot me now!

“For you,” I say. That wasn’t me again, it was my mind and mouth colluding against me.
He uses his hand, which has been running through my hair this entire time, to turn my head so that I ’m looking at him.

He stares into my eyes, like the way he did outside THE EAT's building, and that time I invited him for tea and…

He gently rests my head back on his shoulder, kiss my forehead and holds me tight.

Wow, I’m being kissed on the forehead now?

I guess tomorrow morning I’ll be driven home by an Uber , with a hundred rand bill in my pocket as a thank, next.
I’m woken by my sixth sense. Someone is standing over me. My eyes are only half open but I know this ain’t my house. I scan the room and oh, I remember where I am, but wait a minute this is not where I was, this is the bedroom.

“You’re heavier than I thought, had to use a wheelbarrow to get you here” he says. It’s still dark outside and already he’s being himself. And why is he dressed? in faded jeans, unbuttoned shirt and biker jacket, already?

“Where are you going?” I ask in a yawny-tone.

“Work. I’ll come by to check on you later,” he kisses me on the lips this time and leaves, switching the light off on his way out.

Yah, so this is what mates of Prince's have to go through? They leave us in bed at
One p.m? I go back to sleep, I don’t have strange problems like insomnia and crap like that.