The First Time (A Nigerian Love Story)

26. Vanilla And Lemonade

Timini's POV

I stared at her as she stood unmoving by the entrance of the door, she initially stood there with shock and a hint of nervousness in her eyes as she scanned around the room and me before she brought back the non challant facade she had been putting up, but I knew better.

This was not her. This was not my Deborah.

I took a bold step towards her and a few others and her lashes brushed her cheeks as her gaze dropped to the floor.

Inhaling a shaky breath when she brought out her wet tongue to moisten her red stained lips, I stopped to look at her.

What are we doing here Mr Peters? she questioned and i immediately scoffed.
"Mr peters?" i asked.

"Yes, why i am here away from the others? Or was it a mistake? Because i am confused, probably it was not me you requested for, i mean why you would want us to be together in private? she asked coldly and something new was clouding her eyes. Anger probably. It was hard to decipher as she was doing a good job at hiding her feelings right now.

"I do not understand why you would say that and act as if we are strangers." I replied.

She stared for a few seconds before shaking her head in disapproval , then she took a few steps away from the door towards the corner of the room and looked outside the window.

"We are not strangers.. hmm!" she said mockingly.

Sighing I realized i had to apologize now! "Deborah look.."

"What? You said we should not talk anymore so I really don't understand why we still possibly have anything to talk about Mr Peters. She drew the Mr Peters intentionally just to annoy me.

"Deborah I want you to know i am really sorry. I don't know what to say or how to apologize right now but I am sorry if I broke off things like that
especially through a text message
. It was a wrong thing to do especially when we only started to get to know each other."

She looked up at me with those big brown eyes waiting for more and i continued. "It is really hard expressing myself but.. i regret it."

She shook her head again and looked away from me to outside the window.

"Nah, you do not need to apologize. I just have to understand that I am probably not in the league of people that you roll with and ...

All the glasses of champagne i had buzzing inside me which i had to take cowardly just to be able to face her wore off that instant with what she just said.

What in the bloody hell!

"Wait wait , what? What did you just say Deborah? And what league??"

She looked away from me again and this time her façade was actually dropping as I could see her eyes droop down in sadness which made me feel like the worst human ever.

I took a few steps towards her and stopped a few feet from her.

"No no Deborah look at me. I do not belong to any league nor did i tell you to cut off ties with me because of that."

She was silent and I said again, "I will never do that to you, I loved talking to you and I thought of you ever since, every day.. fuck it! every second. I was always seconds away from reaching out to you. But I could not. I just couldn't." I said sadly.

"Why could you not?" She asked with a tint of doubt in her voice.

"Because Deborah I.. I felt I was not good enough for you. I felt like i.. I was just not good for you."

Her eyebrows pulled together as she bore a confused expression. "You felt you were not good enough for me? Why woukd you feel like that i.. I don't understand."

She looked so confused it almost broke my heart knowing i would not be able to explain to her why."

I was silent for some seconds, not having anything to say. My mind was blank. She looked at me with so much curiosity in her beautiful eyes and I just.. i needed to be closer to her.

Look Deborah. I do not think I should be saying this. I just know that i am very sorry and ..

"No!" She snapped. "No Timini!" She said my name for the first time tonight and my heart skipped, her eyes were blazing now in anger and it satisfied me in a strange way.

"No, you are going to tell me right now or i am not going to believe a word you said earlier!" Her eyebrows' were raised tauntingly and I shook my head.

No I was not going to just tell her about my deepest and darkest thoughts of her and i would not want to lie and say something else to her too."

"Sweetheart you have to understrand.. I cannot and I am sorry."

"Why?" Her voice were strained a bit. "Then I will not believe anything you said to me tonight and just assume you do not want me because clearly i am not in your league and you would not want to taint your image with me!"

She snapped and stormed angrily to the door. A thousand thoughts ran through my head on ways I could come up with a lie to make her stay but non of them made sense. Crossing across the room with long strides I quickly pulled her by the arm before she could leave the room and the first whiff of her perfume that went through my nose made me weak in the knees. God!

"Deborah please. Please. Don't leave." I begged.

"Then tell me why you dexided to go months without talking ro me. I deserve to know. She stared deep into my eyes as we were so close and I just couldn't, breathing hard, I subconsciously moved closer to her, intoxicated by her sweet scent. I could not let her leave now. I could not.

"Deborah I don't want to lie to you. Please let us not talk about this now. I missed you so much and.." I leaned into her neck trying my possible best not to look at her lips or I was going to lose the little restraint I had left and kiss the hell out of her.

Grinding my teeth together, a rumble passed through my lips. " Fuck you smell so sweet and.. and so clean and so fucking edible!" I muttered the last part to my self.

I heard her breath shaky and a little moan escaped her lips making me grab her tiny waist, squeezing it gently as i buried my nose into her neck.

Groaning, i moved impossibly closer to her and every cell in my body was telling me to lick the skin my nose was inhaling and know how she tasted like. She smelled of vanilla and lemonade. Sweet and sour.

"Deborah" I whispered her name and i could hear her panting now.

My breath snatched out of me when my eyes fell to her exposed cleavage. Fuck!

My hands cupped her face gently, my thumb tracing her cheek, one hand slowly coming down to caress her jaw, her neck, engraving every edge and curve in my memory.

Her hands clung onto me as she could barely keep her eyes open and a whimper escaped her lips driving me wild with need.

"Fuck Deborah you are so beautiful. So beautiful."

She squeezed her eyes shut and shook her head. "No! i can't do this." She gave me a small push and i was surprised at how i moved back easily and literally how weak i was in the knees.

Slipping out of my arms, she opened the door and was out of my sight in seconds.

Resting my back on the wall. She left and I never felt so frustrated in my life. Never!

I could barely control myself again with her. I felt disappointed and angry with myself and kicked the air angrily with my feet.

My phone chimed in my pocket, opening it, it was a text from Ken.

Where did you take Debbie to? I cannot find her. Where is she?

He sounded angry which only increased my anger.