Finding You.

CHAPTER 12

AYA

"That's because you just drove off and I thought I should give you your space". She didn't say anything to this, instead she looked out the window. Her lips were slightly protruded and her eyes were slightly swollen, her hair was tied in a messy bun, she's still wearing one of my Tommy Hilfiger t-shirts... No girl has ever worn my clothes before, and seeing the t-shirt on her, all baggy over her small body, made me want to fall for her, despite all her attempts at pushing me away. Her small feet were bare and her beautiful toes were exposed, she has a navy blue-coloured nail polish on... navy blue-my favourite colour. I couldn't seem to take my eyes off her.

Last night when I drove off with the girls, I realized that I wasn't as sober as I thought I was. I had to drive at 60km/h, but fortunately for me, my house is only twelve minutes away from the bar - it's actually a shorter distance but last night it felt like forever. When I pressed the remote control button to open the gate, I saw headlights from Somila's car through my rear view mirror, I had left her key with Paul. Sam was home when I called him, he took an uber to McCoy's and drove back in the Sandero. I carried Tlhogi out first and put her in the first guest room, when I went back down to get Somila, she wasn't in the car and I was frantic at the thought of the million things that could have happened.

Going back to the house, Sam was in the kitchen getting a beer from the refrigerator, "Sam, I left Somila in the car and now she's..." I start in a rushed tone as he interjects, "Don't sweat it mate, I've already put her in the other guest room." I sighed in relief and he said something that really got me rapt in thought, "Ayabonga Edwards Kholisi... you're falling for this girl aren't you?" he looked at me with conjectural eyes. "Goodnight Samuel Taylor." is all I said as I poured myself a glass of rosé wine and headed upstairs, leaving him spent in laughter.

As I got upstairs, I heard the lights being turned off downstairs, signalling that Sam would be following on my heel and retreating to bed. I opened the door to my bedroom and found a drunk and passed out Somila on my bed . . . Sam, "Crap move mate!" I yelled at him as he stood by my doorway laughing, "What, you didn't want her on your bed?" he asked teasing, "Man of course I do, just not like this." I put the glass of wine on my
side table and took off my golf t-shirt, throwing it at Sam, "You are falling for her aren't you?" he asked again, "If you ask me that question one more time, I swear..." "Whoa mate, I'm kidding." he said, holding his hands up in defeat, "I'll carry her to the other guest room." he offered, but I didn't like the sound of that, not because I don't trust my friend... I'd rather she be in my arms than his.

"Mhmm" Somila mumbled and I looked away from Sam, turning my attention to her, to find that she had taken a gulp from my rosé wine and messed on her white crop top while at it. Her eyes were closed as she placed the glass too close to the edge that it made a clattering sound as glass shattered onto my wooden floor, her arm swinging loose on the side of the bed. The first thing that came across my mind was that I couldn't let her sleep in that wet and stained top . . . but I'd have to undress her and the thought alone made the hairs on my body rise - I'm nervous. Sam came back with a broom and a
dustpan. I hadn't even realised when he left my room, "Take her to the guest room, I'll clean this up man." Sam gestured to the broken glass as I lifted her up and took her to the bedroom down the hall, right across the room where her sister was sleeping.

She was cradled on my arms as I gently put her on the bed, I went back to my room where I searched for any t-shirt I could find - which led to me taking a grey Hilfiger, and hurried back to her room. She was sprawled in the middle of the bed laying on her back, her crop top had shifted up and her entire stomach area was showing, I noticed that she has a belly piercing - sexy. I closed my eyes and turned my head to the side to stop myself from looking at her, then realized that no one could see me admiring her. "Mila?" I tried to shake her awake like I had the first night we met, but she didn't stir - did I just form a nickname for her? I love it, I hope no one has called her that before.