The First Time (A Nigerian Love Story)

09. Moaning Out

Debbie's POV

Every inch of my body froze the second we locked eyes. He was standing still by the doorway, with his hand still on the doorknob and his gaze was directed straight at me.

A monochrome of emotions flowed through out my veins as I stood rooted to a spot, unable take to my eyes off him.

'This is Debbie. She's a make-up artist that I just met on IG and she's here to do my makeup.'

I barely heard Sharon's reply, as I was lost into the depth of his brown eyes from across the room.

Sharon's sudden soft touch on my wrist snapped me out of whatever trance I was in.

I blinked twice, looking away from his piercing gaze back to the worried expression Sharon now had on her face.

'Are you okay?' She asked concerned. 'You look like you have just seen a ghost.'

Dropping the little make-up brush on my loose hand to the top of the table, I slowly turned around to face her, clearing my throat.

'Um y--yeah I'm fine. I was just a little bit surprised that's all.' I replied quietly for only the both of us to hear.
But his ear picked it up.

'I'm so sorry if I scared you in any way miss. I just didn't want to disrupt the friendly banter between you and my sister. So I had to come in as quiet as I possibly could.'

The sleekness and gentleness of his voice filled my ears, causing a warm feeling deep inside my stomach.

I stared down at my feet, anxious to make any eye contact with him again.

Sharon scoffed and whispered. 'Don't tell me he's the one making you this speechless? Oh Lord!' She exclaimed unbelievably, sighing when I still remained quiet.

'i can't believe this!' She mumbled under her breath and I smiled sheepishly.

What was I doing..

The sound of heavy footsteps walking closer stopped my train of thoughts, each step he took making my already thundering heart grow worse.

'Are you going out? Or you just want to take some Instagram pictures?' He asked Sharon, his deep voice reverberating in the room making me bite my lip.

The sound of his footsteps stopped and realizing how close to me he had gotten, my breath got stuck in my throat.

'Yes, to my friend Stassie's birthday party. I'm sorry I forgot to tell you this morning at your office. It skipped my mind.' Sharon replied.

He sighed deeply and tucked his hands into his pockets.

'Okay sweetie. Just make sure you are back home early. I don't want to have to end up embarrassing you when I show up there unannounced when you are not back home on time. Do I?'

Sharon groaned and gave a dry reply. 'No you don't. I promise I'd be back early.'

'And you promise to call me when you get there?

Giving her brother an amused look, Sharon smiled. 'I will call you, don't worry yourself.'

'And also, I want Stassie's home address and phone number in case anything happens to you. Can you type it in here?' He stretched his sleek IPhone out to her and she took it from his hands, groaning and typing everything into it.

I knew it was my cue to stop staring at the floor and to continue from where I stopped from but..

Why couldn't I move?

The next words he said made me freeze.

'Your friend here is really quiet!'

With the sound of his footsteps trudging towards me, I held onto the handle of the chair beside me for support, my pulse surging through every inch of my body.