Chapter Eight

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       Eight: Waffles and vanilla cream

Wunmi💕
I came out of Dale's bathroom putting on his grey sweatshirt and a pair of his boxer shorts which were oversized on me but I found it really cute and endearing that he lent me his clothes for the night. His apartment was simple, nothing too fancy or extravagant—just small and normal. It was a one roomed apartment with a simple living room, a kitchen, bathroom and then his own room. Dale's house was very neat and spotless with everything kept in place.

This was new for me because I've never been to an apartment this small, but I loved the experience and the view was amazing. He lived on the rooftop of the building, so his house overlooked the busy and beautiful streets of London. I sat on his bed feeling a bit nervous about what was currently happening, wondering if I was rushing too fast or doing the right thing. He finally came into his neatly arranged room, putting on a really nice set of silk black pyjamas—his hair slightly wet from showering as I watched him trash his old clothes in the laundry bin.

Noticing me seated on his bed, he gave me a smile making me feel a bit comfortable before I watched him dry his brown hair with a hand hairdryer.. "you look nice in my clothes.." he said turning to observe me his eyes slowly taking me in.
"Thanks.." I said as I watched him switch off the hairdryer..
"So.. I'll take the couch in the living room and you can sleep on the bed.."
but then.. I'll feel bad for inconveniencing him, plus it's his house.. I should have the couch instead, it's simple courtesy for suddenly barging in on him..
"No, that seems wrong.. you sleep here, I'll sleep on the couch" I answered picking up some pillows to use..
I watched him walk closer to me then his lips curled up in a mischievous smirk, his next words surprising me.. "How about we both sleep on the bed then?"
My eyes widen slightly at his statement, my brain unable to form words at my frozen state before I watched him chuckle in amusement as he collected the pillows from me..
"I was just kidding pumpkin".. As he was about leaving, I stopped him by holding unto his hand slightly confusing him..
"If that's okay with you then I don't mind.." I muttered softly before lifting up my eyes to meet his...

"It's alright.. you should have the bed I'll just.."
"Please.. don't go" I begged softly giving him a pleading look..
I needed him by my side tonight, something to distract me from my reality for a bit. I just wanted to feel him close to me..
"Alright.." he answered finally giving in as I watched him crawl unto the bed with me joining him.
We both just lay side by side as we stared up at the ceiling, none of us making any movements or saying anything. The lights were off, but his bed side lamp was granting us a bit of light allowing me see his beautiful blue eyes. I turned on my side, finally getting the courage to say something as I tried getting his attention.
"Dale?"
"Hmm..."

"What's your sign?" I asked randomly
"I'm a Pisces.." he answered turning on his side, our faces not that far from each other because I could feel his breath tickle my nose
"I'm a Gemini"
"That explains your creative side.." he stated with a chuckle causing me to giggle as he smiled softly..
Our gazes locked and I just couldn't help but admire his lovely blue eyes, I moved closer to him our faces just one inch apart feeling the intense need to feel him against me..
could he feel it too?
Closing my eyes softly, I leaned in and kissed him the feeling enlightening sparks within me. He seemed surprised at first before he completely took the lead in kissing me making my brain go all mush. His lips were amazing and soft and tasted like cinnamon—opening up my mouth for more access I felt his tongue invade mine causing me to moan in delight as I pulled him closer to me. Suddenly heat started pulling in between us and I started to feel frustrated with our clothing situation as I raised up his pajama shirt in a rush wanting to feel every part of him as I felt his hands go underneath my sweat shirt—his fingers trailing patterns on my tummy causing goosebumps to erupt on my skin.

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