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"My momma always told me that boys and books don't mix. I believed her but I still wanted both. I wanted boys and I wanted to keep my books."
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Waking up in the morning with someone in your arms is a nice feeling. But waking up to see someone you love–erm, like–beside you is the best feeling ever.
Jeffery could testify to this as his experience was a living testimony. As crazy at it seemed, Jeffery woke up on the sofa in his sitting room with Ifeoma with him under a blanket. She rested her head on his outstretched arm and flung her left arm over his shoulder.
A chuckle made it's way out of Jeffery's mouth and his chest rumbled with total pleasure. He felt good. All his pain, injury and worries were gone in the meantime.
All he could focus on right now was the gorgeous lady in front of him. Her beautiful, thick lashes veiled her eyes almost reaching a point in the middle of her nose. Her jawline that looked like it was carved by a sculptor. Jeffery even wondered he and her who had a more straight jawline. He smiled to himself at the thought. His eyes drifted back to the top of her face; this time her eyebrows were arched and knitted closely as if she was having a bad dream.
"No! No!" Ifeoma shouted suddenly.
"Shhh." Jeffery muttered, stroking her forehead that was beaded with sweat. "Stop shouting. It was only a dream." He said pulling her into his arms and engulfing her in a big hug. "It's alright. Okay?" He whispered softly.
Ifeoma calmed down and soon she was sleeping soundly. Jeffery reached over to the table beside his chair and grabbed his phone.
The time was 6:50am. He knew he should get up and start preparing for school, but he just didn't want to leave her side. It was totally perfect the way they were together. How he wished this moment could last forever.
But no moment ever lasts forever and Ifeoma would have to wake up soon. Jeffery resigned himself to his fate when he saw Ifeoma's eyes flutter open.
"J...Jeffery?" Ifeoma stammered as she stared at the boy beside her. She had opened her eyes and expected to see herself in bed at home, but instead she woke up to see a smirking boy whose hand was wrapped around her waist.
Whose hand is wrapped around my waist?
Ifeoma pulled away from Jeffery when she noticed that position they were in. Her left hand was on his shoulder while the other was on his chest. Her leg was in between his legs.
"Oh my gosh!" She exclaimed and moved farther away from him causing her to fall flat on her butt. She had forgotten that the sofa was really small and could only contained the both of them squeezed together.
"Are you okay." Jeffery asked, alarmed at the way she fell back. He reached down to her but almost immediately recoiled back.
