I turned slowly, and the next thing I felt was her lips on mine.
Deep. Hot. Desperate.
She had wrapped her arms around me, pulling me close, her eyes closed, her face tilted up toward mine. Her body trembled against me — I could feel her pulse racing through her skin, could feel her heartbeat pounding so loud it felt like it wanted to rip her clothes apart.
My hands found her waist, steadying her, holding her up because she was shaking so much I was afraid she would fall.
The kiss lasted forever.
And not long enough.
When she finally pulled back, she stepped away from me — just a step, just enough to create a small distance between us. Her chest rose and fell with quick, shallow breaths. Her face was flushed. Her eyes were wet.
Tears streamed down her cheeks.
And her cheeks — her cheeks were blushed, pink and warm, like the sky just before sunrise.
We stared at each other for what felt like an eternity.
I could not speak. I could not move. I could not think.
Emma nwoke! Be the man!
“I don’t understand,” I finally said, my voice hoarse. “Why?”
She looked away. More tears fell.
“I am sorry,” she whispered. “I am sorry for how I have treated you these past two weeks. For avoiding you. For hiding. For making you feel like you did something wrong.”
She wiped her eyes with the back of her hand.
“The truth is, Emmanuel… I was not avoiding you because I was angry. I was avoiding you because I was afraid.”
“Afraid of what?”
“Afraid of what might happen if I opened up to you about how I feel.”
She took a shaky breath.
“When you asked me that question — ‘Will you be my girlfriend?’ — my heart jumped. It jumped like a child seeing the sun after a long rainy season. But then…”
She paused.
“But then the fear came. The fear that I might make a mess of everything. For both of us.”
She looked at me, and her eyes were raw, stripped of all pretense, all performance.
“Because I am already madly in love with you, Emmanuel. I have been trying so hard to hide it. To bury it. To pretend it does not exist. But it does. It exists. And it is growing every day.”
My heart stopped.
“My biggest fear,” she continued, “is my madam… your wife. I am beginning to feel like she suspects something. The way she looks at me sometimes… I cannot explain it. But I feel it. Like a shadow following me.”
She hugged herself, as if she was cold.
🔥💖OGA I WAN KNACK💖 – EPISODE ELEVEN – THE WALLS COME DOWN 💖🔥
