FOR THE SAKE OF KATHERINE(Book 2)√

~overwhelming

Chapter twenty nine

Katherine's POV

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I knew it was stupid and very unwise of me calling Lavi at such an odd hour but that didn't stop my fingers from dialing his number either way. I was beyond desperate to hear him breathe through the receiver. The feeling itself is overwhelming and I can't help it. I have this constant craving to hear his voice even if it's just for a second. Even though we spent the entire day texting each other,it half satisfying as listening to his voice.

He has captured my senses and my self will and I can't go a second without his face popping into my mind over and over again and it's fucking with my mind pretty bad.

Hell

The decorations in the living room turned out pretty well thanks to obi who did an amazing job putting up the Christmas tree in no time and making sure all the light were tinkling and blinking just fine. And even though I was still pretty much upset with him showing up at my house unannounced and still acting all cool about it almost had me snapping at him but after he offered to help me out? I couldn't even refuse him anymore and we ended up spending the entire afternoon together like best of friends bantering at each other like two jealous housewives meeting for the first time.

My dad has left for another state and will be out of town for two days thanks to the Christmas outreach he had organized at calabar and aunt Nene and I are the only ones left at home and honestly? It doesn't bother me at all. I'm pretty much over the incident that happened with Lavi and since she didn't tell on me, there's no reason to get mad and besides we have both made it a point not to talk it and honestly? It's better that way. No hurtful words will make their way out in the process. And the last thing I need is getting pissed at anyone.

After spending hours in the shower scrubbing and rinsing off my shampoo hair, i finally stepped out of it and towel myself dried with another towel wrapped around my hair after a long week of not giving it the bath it deserve, I had to do it eventually and it's more than relaxing with the feel of water soaking it in as they trip off and trickle down my face, snaking its way down to the tile floor.

Digging through my drawer; i found my old sweat shirt and dragged it over my head and made sure to pull my pajamas pant up my waist as well and finally settled on the stool in front of the mirror and began to untangle my curls one strand at a time. Memory of Lavi hands on my hair as he kisses down my neck flashes like lightening through my mind making sure to send tingles down my spine. Catching my breathe in a bit of frenzy; I glance at my reflection in the mirror and I could barely recognized myself. All I can see is an image of a girl who is hopelessly in love and getting high at the memory of someone messing with her innocence and looking down memory lane; I would have cringe at the mere thought of it but not this time cos the one  staring back at me in this piece of clothing she keep putting on night after night just to relieve in its memory isn't the same girl that board that plane down to Nigeria six months ago cos all that is left is a girl with a perverted mind who is not even ashamed of admitting it.

Damn...

I've made it a habit to be sleeping in this same pair of pajamas and as innocent as that is supposed to sound? It's really not that innocent. Cos behind this new favoritism is a perverted reason of relieving in that one moment I almost had with Lavi. The only thing left to do is to go over there at the guest room and probably sleep on those bed sheet that smells just like him.