The desperate urge to have her. To claim her. It was damning. But it was a damnation I would gladly drown myself in.
“Is that enough to compliment you, Hibba?” I asked, my voice had a low gravel in it.
She didn't answer, instead, she leaned on her toes and pressed a soft kiss on my lips, unlike the rough one I gave her, before stepping back. Both of her hands rested on my chest and I could feel the first line of barriers between Amadi and I snap.
“It was perfect, BiBiNah,” she answered, a smile dancing on her lips. “I am starving. Come, let's go eat,” she pulled my hand towards the white blanket and the dishes. We sat opposite each other, and while I did not like not having her close, I didn't press on it.
I watched as she moved the fruits aside and dished out some food on a single pla
