I have always believed love should be enough. That the warmth of someone who truly cares for you can calm even the loudest longings in your body. But tonight, as I sit on the edge of his bed, I know I have lied to myself.

Fiyin was safe. He was the man who called me every morning, prayed with me over the phone, and reminded me to eat. Love with him was steady, like the quiet rhythm of rain falling on the roof. I should have been satisfied. I should have stayed content.

But then there was Dotun.

I met him through a mutual friend at a birthday party in Lekki. From the moment his eyes caught mine, I felt something shift inside me. He didn’t even have to touch me; the way he spoke, the confidence in his laughter, the softness in his gaze, it all unsettled me. Every time we met, my heart would betray me, beating like it belonged to him.

At first, I tried to resist. I told myself I was in love with Fiyin, that I could not let a man like Dotun ruin what I had built. But desire is a stubborn visitor; it does not knock politely, it barges in, demanding attention. And I found myself giving in little by little; lingering conversations, stolen glances, a brush of his hand against mine that left me awake at night, restless.

The night everything changed. We were supposed to go over a project I was working on; he had promised to help me fine-tune some ideas. But when I walked into his apartment, and he closed the door behind us, I knew the project was just an excuse.

He offered me a drink, and I refused, but he smiled like he already knew my answer. We sat on the couch, pretending to talk about work, but the silence between our words was louder than any sentence. My body leaned towards him before my mind could stop it.

“Why do you keep fighting this?” he asked quietly, his eyes holding mine.

I wanted to lie. I wanted to say I didn’t know what he was talking about. But my lips parted, and the truth slipped out.

“Because I love someone else.”

He moved closer, his voice dropping lower. “But you want me.”

I should have stood up. I should have walked away. Instead, I stayed still, trembling. My body screamed yes, even as my heart whispered no.

When his fingers touched my face, all my resistance crumbled. It wasn’t just a kiss; it was a storm. One moment, I was drowning in guilt; the next, I was floating in a sea of fire. Desire carried me, rough and unrelenting, until I stopped thinking altogether.

One thing led to another, and soon we were lost in each other, giving in to what we had both tried to deny. It was breathtaking, wild, and terrifying at the same time. I felt alive in a way love had never made me feel before.

When it was over, I lay beside him, staring at the ceiling. My chest was heavy, not with regret, but with the weight of a choice I knew I had already made.

I had picked desire over love.

I don’t know what tomorrow will bring, if guilt will eat me alive, or if Fiyin will sense the change in me. But as Dotun’s hand traced lazy circles on my skin, I knew one thing for sure: sometimes, love is not enough. Sometimes, desire wins.

And tonight, desire had me completely.

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