I don’t remember how the kiss started. One second, we were sitting close, laughing about something silly, and the next, his lips brushed mine. It was soft at first, almost shy, then it deepened. His tongue teased mine, slow and deliberate, like he was trying to taste every part of me. My body reacted before my mind could catch up.

When his hand moved to my breast, I felt a shiver run through me. His palm was cold against my warm skin, and the contrast made me let out a soft moan I couldn’t hold back. He smiled into the kiss like he had been waiting to hear that sound. My heart raced. Everything became faster, hotter, needier. Clothes scattered. Touches turned desperate. Every kiss carried an unspoken hunger.

We gave ourselves to each other completely. His hands mapped out my body as if he were trying to memorise me. I held onto him tightly, letting the moment consume me. It felt like the world outside had paused for us. When we both reached that peak together, it was overwhelming, an explosion of release and warmth that left us breathless.

I collapsed against his chest, my heart still beating fast. He wrapped his fingers around mine, looked at me with a quiet seriousness, and whispered, “I really love you.”

Those words should have made me feel safe, but instead, they sent a wave of fear through me.

Then he asked, “Do you see yourself building a future with me?”

I froze. My first instinct was to pull my hand away. “Do we have to discuss this now?” I whispered.

“Why not?” he pressed, still calm.

“We just had a nice time… let’s stay in the moment,” I replied, forcing a smile.

But he didn’t smile back. His eyes grew heavier as he asked, “Is this what our relationship is about to you? Just sex? Just moments? We’ve been together for five months, and I want us to take things seriously. I’m not here just to waste time.”

His words stung. Not because he was wrong, but because deep down, I knew I wasn’t ready for the kind of seriousness he was talking about. So, I shrugged and muttered, “Are we not taking things too fast?”

That broke him. He went quiet, his jaw tight. Slowly, he got up, pulled on his clothes, and said, “I’ll step out to see a friend. I’ll be back later.”

The silence in the room felt louder than his presence. I sat there, my body still warm from his touch, but my mind spiralling. All my life, relationships had been about fun, vibe, and temporary comfort. No one had ever asked me to think beyond the moment. No one had ever asked me for something deeper.

Kolade was different. He wanted more than my body. He wanted me, all of me, and that terrified me.

I wasn’t scared of commitment itself. I was scared of what it demanded of me. Vulnerability. Sacrifice. Truth. Things I wasn’t sure I could give, not yet. I thought he was joking when he first said he wanted us to be serious. But tonight, after everything, I realised he wasn’t.

I lay back on the bed, staring at the ceiling, feeling the emptiness where he had been. My body remembered the passion, but my heart couldn’t shake the question he asked me.

No matter how hard I thought about it, I didn’t have an answer.

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