We’ve hit 100k reads🤍🧿 Honestly, I never expected to reach this milestone, especially with the low reach lately, but here we are. Just feeling pure gratitude.
On another note ,I’ve started a course that’s quite far from home, so I’ll be living away for a while. Things are going to get hectic, but my man will be taking care of my Instagram accounts. Kindly, support him .
I’ll try to post an update on Wattpad once a week, and I’ll update Scrollstack as often as I can, depending on my free time. Thank you for sticking with me😘
Love y'all 💕 🫂🫶🏻🧿
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The atmosphere was thick with tension as I stood there, my arms crossed tightly over my chest. I couldn’t stop thinking about all those things he did to avoid getting caught. My emotions were a whirlwind of confusion and something I wasn’t quite ready to admit.
He stood across from me, his usually confident posture looking slightly unsure for the first time. His eyes softened as he finally spoke
“I’m sorry,” he said quietly, taking a cautious step toward me. “I didn’t mean to take advantage of the situation like that” .
“ Fuck “ I heard him cursing for the first time.
I glared at him, my lips pressed into a thin line, not sure what to say .
He rubbed the back of his neck, clearly frustrated with himself. “I know. I should’ve found another way. But... at that moment, it was the only thing I could think of.”
His sincerity made it hard to stay mad even though I was not , but I wasn’t going to let him off the hook that easily. “You could’ve waited for my response, you know,” I muttered, more to myself than to him.
He closed the distance between us, stopping just a breath away. His presence was overwhelming but not in the suffocating way I had expected.. “You’re right. I should’ve waited. But I didn't get time. I messed up,” he said softly, his voice filled with regret. “And I promise, it won’t happen again-unless you want it to.”
What does he mean?
I glanced up at him, surprised by his sudden vulnerability. His chocolate brown eyes were sincere, searching mine for any sign of forgiveness.
“I just... I don’t know what to think right now,” I whispered, my voice barely audible.
He nodded, stepping back to give me space, respecting my boundaries. “I understand. I’ll give you time, but I wanted you to know that I regret what happened. I never want you to feel uncomfortable around me and sorry for the other day .”
The softness in his voice, the way he looked at me-like I was the most important person in that moment-made my heart ache. I sighed, letting go of the tension I’d been holding.
“What do you mean by apologising for the other day?” I asked, narrowing my eyes in confusion. He looked at me, his expression matching mine, clearly taken aback by my question.
