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Talking to him was an abomination. "You can touch it" "I don't think I should" "it does not bite" he egged, she slowly placed her hand on it, careful not to hurt him, fascination and fear slowly overtaking her as she slowly traced the lines.
"Does it hurt?" She asked, tracing the mark and taking in every calluses. "Mba, not anymore" "It's so...intense" he smiled at her better lack of courage to describe his tribal mark, his new label in addition to many.
She deeply searched his eyes for at least a tinge of anger or blame, mentally telling him a million sorry, it was all her fault.
The mark - making him an Osu, his new label.
She shouldn't have come here, it seemed like everything went to fire immediately she came to this town.
"I'm so sorry" "Nna m always said fight for what your heart tells you is worth it"
The fire also followed her to him but the good kind, the kind that made your heart boil with so much passion.
She reached down to his other hand, slowly taking one finger at a time until their hands were perfectly webbed together.
It felt so right - the perfect piece.
Touching him was an abomination.
He looked down at their intertwined hands, he would do anything but accept the truth.
The truth of their differences- it was so harshly glaring like the contrast of their different skin colors, their different lives, their different cultures and now, with his new label; being an outcast, their different social class- she deserved better.
"See nwanyi oma oyinbo you can not be here...with me...you should-" "Uh uh" she absentmindedly said, tracing the mark down towards his lips, he knew what she wanted, it was what they both wanted but by Arushi's name he knew they shouldn't but why did it seem so right.
"We cannot...doing this will put you in danger...they would-" "Uh uh" she said, her hands threatened to go lower, causing an hypnotic rhythm he hoped would not stop, he seemed to have fallen in love with this rhythm, just like the freckles on her face, the arch of her nose, the bow of her lips - her lips.
Leaning in, he captured her lower lips, she tasted of spice and destiny. His destiny, He never wanted this feeling gone, still in a daze he looked into her equally dazed eyes. This was definitely the good type of fire. Kissing him...was an abomination. "Osus do not get good endings" He declared. "I know, I don't believe in fairytales either"
