The dim glow of the fireplace cast flickering shadows across the room, painting the walls with a warm, golden hue. Igho sat cross-legged on the plush rug, her fingers absentmindedly tracing the rim of her wine glass. Across from her, Ese leaned back in the armchair, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, revealing the faint outline of veins running along his forearms. He had been talking for what felt like hours, his voice low and steady, but Igho could barely focus on his words.
It was the way he looked at her—those fleeting glances that lingered a second too long, the way his eyes seemed to darken when he caught her staring. Every time their gazes met, a jolt of electricity shot through her, leaving her breathless and flustered. She tried to distract herself by sipping her wine, but the taste was lost on her. All she could think about was the way his lips curved into a half-smile, as if he knew exactly what he was doing to her.
The air between them felt charged, heavy with unspoken words and suppressed desire. Igho shifted uncomfortably, her skin tingling with awareness. She could feel the weight of his presence, the way his energy seemed to fill the room, leaving no space for her to escape. Not that she wanted to.
Ese leaned forward suddenly, resting his elbows on his knees, his eyes locking onto hers. "You're not listening to a word I'm saying, are you?" he teased, his voice dripping with amusement.
Igho's cheeks flushed, and she quickly looked away, pretending to be fascinated by the crackling fire. "I am," she lied, her voice barely above a whisper.
He chuckled softly, the sound sending shivers down her spine. "Liar," he murmured, his tone playful yet laced with something deeper, something that made her heart race.
For a moment, neither of them spoke. The silence stretched between them, thick and palpable, as if the entire world had faded away, leaving only the two of them in that room. Igho's pulse quickened, her breath catching in her throat as she felt his gaze burn into her. She wanted to say something, anything, to break the tension, but the words stuck in her throat.
Ese stood suddenly, his movements slow and deliberate, as if he were giving her every opportunity to stop him. He stepped closer, his shadow falling over her, and Igho's heart pounded in her chest. She could smell the faint scent of his cologne, a mix of sandalwood and something uniquely him, and it made her head spin.
He reached out, his fingers brushing a strand of hair from her face, his touch sending a wave of warmth through her. "Igho," he whispered, his voice rough with emotion, "I—"
But before he could finish, the sound of a car horn blaring outside shattered the moment, pulling them both back to reality. Igho blinked, her mind reeling, as Ese took a step back, running a hand through his hair in frustration.
"Sorry," he muttered, his voice strained. "I shouldn't have—"
"No," Igho interrupted, her voice trembling. "Don't apologize."
Their eyes met again, and this time, there was no turning back. The tension between them was too strong, too undeniable. And as the fire crackled in the background, Igho realized that some things were worth risking everything for.
