Zamageda his heart

chapter 7

I spend over an hour with Lihle, cherishing our time together, when her boyfriend walks in, followed by Amanda and Zipho. He makes his way to my side, and without a word, wraps his arm around my shoulders, pulling me into a gentle, side-by-side hug. As he wraps his arm around my shoulders, his warm breath caresses my ear, sending shivers down my spine. His masculine scent, a subtle blend of leather and bergamot, envelops me, making my heart race. His tracksuit, soft and worn, brushes against my skin, and I feel the gentle pressure of his body against mine. His whisper, low and husky, sends a thrill through me. 'You can have me anytime, mawufuna mkami.' The words dance across my skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. I feel a flutter in my chest, a spark of attraction that ignites a fire within me. My pulse quickens, and I'm acutely aware of the heat emanating from his body, the gentle pressure of his hand on my shoulder, and the soft rise and fall of his chest as he breathes.

I gaze at Zipho with unbridled lust and yearning, craving more than just his arm around me. He lets out a low, husky giggle, and I feel my cheeks flush as my heart skips a beat. His eyes sparkle with amusement, and he says, 'Let's go buy food.' The spell is broken, and I quickly compose myself, following him out while trying to shake off the lingering desire.As we walk, he envelops my hand with his, and the warmth of his touch sends shivers down my spine. His fingers intertwine with mine, and I feel a jolt of electricity as our palms touch. The gentle pressure of his hand on mine awakens a deep longing within me.

We drive to Rocco Mammas, where we get food for the others. I decline, unable to stomach anything. Instead, we opt for the Warrior Combo from Spur, and his request for 'meat' sends my mind wandering. I drift off, lost in thought, until he nudges me, asking if I'm okay.I shake off the daze, explaining that I'm dreading the trip to Motherwell tomorrow. Liz's mother has asked for our help with the preparations since liz was the only child, and with Lihle in the hospital, I'll have to face it alone. Though this isn't the reason for my distraction, it's still part of the emotional turmoil swirling in my head.

He listens attentively, his eyes locked on mine, and asks if I've made any travel arrangements. I shake my head, and he nods lightly, his gaze softening on me. I take in the breathtaking beauty of his face - his deep brown eyes, like warm chocolate, fringed with thick lashes that flutter as he blinks; his light, flawless skin, smooth and unblemished; his full, grown beard, neatly trimmed and framing his strong jawline; his perfectly shaped eyebrows, adding depth to his features; and his pearly teeth, gleaming with a subtle smile.

I'm literally drooling, my mouth watering at the sheer magnificence of him. The air is thick with sexual tension, our hunger for each other palpable. His eyes reflect the same desire, and I feel naked under his gaze, exposed and vulnerable.Our moment is cut short by the waitress arriving with our order, breaking the spell that's been cast between us. We both blink, looking away, trying to compose ourselves, but the connection remains, a spark waiting to ignite.

He pays for our food, and we walk out, driving back to the hospital in silence. which would be  comfortable, but the sexual tension between us is palpable, making my skin prickle with anticipation.As we enter the ward, I'm not surprised to find Amanda updating the other gossipmonger on the latest news. I ask to be excused, citing my trip preparations, and hug Lihle goodbye. he follows closely, his arm sneaking over my shoulder as we walk. He definitely enjoys being taller than me, his presence making me feel petite and delicate.He walks me to my car, pulling me into a hug that sends shivers down my spine. His body presses against mine, his warmth seeping into my skin, making my pulse race. His lips brush against my ear, sending a thrill through me. I feel my body respond, my nipples hardening, my core tightening, as he whispers a gentle goodbye. The hug is brief, but its impact lingers, leaving me breathless and wanting more.