~Otsana
We arrived at Moses' place, and his gentle tap on my arm pulled me back to reality. My mind had been preoccupied with thoughts of Paul, weighed down by the worry of everything that was supposed to unfold. Leaving Paul's house felt strange, almost unnatural, but I desperately needed the break.
Moses moved closer, wrapping his arm around my shoulders in a gesture of comfort. He held my luggage effortlessly in his other hand, clearly showing off his strength. I couldn't help but notice how he reveled in the attention and admiration he received from the other girls, feeding his ego on their praise.
I’d never really had the time—or perhaps the inclination—to crush on Moses the way other girls did. Still, there was something about him I couldn’t quite ignore.
“So, what are we getti
