I stood up and walked up to him with confidence, and then I held his hand. I couldn't tell if I wanted him to touch me or spit out the secrets he had been hiding for all these while, or maybe both. I just wanted to feel our passion on more time; even it lasts for a minute.
“David, I know I’ve hurt you so much. I...”
He turned in rage.
“Not only did you hurt me… you broke me!”
I took a step backwards in shock.
“Where were you when my father died?” He asked. “I thought you promised we were in this together. You left me! For what in particular… money or fame?”
His words struck me to the core. I became quiet immediately. I didn’t know what to say to him.
“And now you've gotten super ambitious, chasing my younger brother.” He added. “What are you doing here to begin with? Do you want Jeremy to see you here with me?”
A tear fell from my eyes. It touched him; I could see it in his eyes. He quickly backed away.
“Stop crying, stop it.”
I sniffed and wiped my tears. How do I even explain to him that I left because I felt our lives still had a lot to accomplish? Does it even make any sense?
“David, I’m sorry.” That was all I could say.
“Bukky, don't tell me that”.
He spoke with a soft voice.
"Within months, my mother would be gone. I refused to live out my childhood with her. I never gave her that opportunity to know me as a son. Now I feel so guilty. I can’t even face her. How could I be so stupid? I can’t even...”
His words got stuck as he broke down in tears. I just couldn't stand there like that. I rushed towards him and hugged him from behind. I cried with him. I understood his pain. I knew why he couldn't face Madam Clara.
“David, why not make her remaining days with you a blessing?” I asked, “Why not give her the son she had always wished for?”
I moved my hand towards his neck. I loved the body I was touching; I loved the scent I was inhaling. I felt we were bonded at that moment, like the moment I got caught, but I wasn't planning to escape this time around.
“Bukky, please let me be... don’t come back into my life like this.” He wailed, “I have lived the last two years of my life trying to move on without you. And here you are, bringing back those memories of old that I don’t want to remember. Why are you doing this to me?”
I felt hurt. Was I the reason for his hurt? Did I hurt him that bad? Did he love me just as much as I did? Can I even let him go?
I made him face me.
“I really don't know what to say...”
I really didn't, so I drew him closer and made our lips meet for the first time in two years. The passion was beyond reasoning, like our hearts had been yearning for this for so long. We kissed hungrily. I held him tight, not an inch to spare. Let the world be still; for now, I love this man… damn the consequences.
To be continued...
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