SASA POV_
I woke up, stretching my body a little, when I opened my eyes I found Nkosi staring at me.
Me: "Good morning baby."
Nkosi: "Hello." I stretched some more. Last night, we had our dinner and watched a movie then went to bed. I slept in a t-shirt of his, in his arms. "How did you sleep?"
Me: "Very well." He smiled.
Nkosi: "I'm glad to hear that. Do you know what time it is?"
Me: "Probably 6." I pulled him closer.
Nkosi: "It's 9 am." I jumped out of bed.
Me: "Why didn't you wake me up?"
Nkosi: "I did. You simply curled into my arm."
Me: "Nkosinhle I'm late for school! I never bunk school."
Nkosi: "I cannot summon you awake. That would be very rude. The rain has cleared, we can try drive down for you to attend your next class." I ran to the bathroom, stressed. A quick shower and wore my dress again. When I went back to the bedroom. Nkosi was still in bed.
Me: "Are you serious?"
Nkosi: "You still have to eat-"
Me: "I am not hungry Nkosi. I am late. Please, let's go."
Nkosi: "Fine." He got out of bed, pulling on pants and a shirt. I was so scared as if someone was going to give me a hiding for being late. I'm never late. How did I over sleep? Nkosi was staring at me.
Me: "What?"
Nkosi: "Maybe you should have some clothes here. It's cold outside and you have nothing to wear."
Me: "I'll be okay. Let's go." He didn't move. Oh my God. I went over to kiss his lips.
Nkosi: "Morning to you too. Baby." He smiled, holding my hand. "Let's take you to school." We walked out the suite. Outside the building, the ground was still wet and I was wearing sandals. I'll have to hop to the car I guess. Nkosi pulled me back, scooping me up in his arms effortlessly and walked me to the car. "Why do you want to step on cold water?" I giggled. We entered the car, driving back to the city.
Me: "What will you be doing today?"
Nkosi: "I'm going to eMandulu. Then I'm meeting Mpendulo my lawyer. You want to come see me?"
Me: "Not during school days. Look at how late I am. This can't happen again."
Nkosi: "Do you want me to summon you awake the next time?"
Me: "Because you can creep into my dreams?" I chuckled. He pulled me on to his lap.
Nkosi: "And what if I can?" I kissed his lips.
Me: "Then do it."
Nkosi: "Don't complain when I do. When am I seeing you again?"
Me: "Friday."
Nkosi: "I can't survive that again. I'm free tomorrow, when you miss me tell me so I can come and see you." I smiled.
Me: "We'll see." He kissed my lips, biting my lower lip. The car stopped. "I have to go."
Nkosi: "I'm taking you to school. Go change. Your shuttle has long left and it's still cold."
Me: "Okay. Luckily I already showered." I got out the car running inside the res. Obviously no one was around. Even Amahle wasn't here. Her bed was unmade but her school bag was gone. I changed into jeans, sneakers, a warm top and jacket. Grabbed my school bag and ran back out to the car. This was embarrassing. Thank goodness no one was around to see my shameful act of arriving very late in the morning. The car drove to the school building.
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