Inbetween 38

The next morning, it rained. It started very early even before the day welcomed light. We waited for it to stop but it did not. I did not see the need of waiting since we were going in a car but Tunde kept delaying, waiting for the rain.

We sat in his parlour. He wore just a white short while I was dressed to leave. The sound of the rain on the roof was the only thing heard; The television was off.

"Will you come back, maybe after work? " Tunde asked, turning to look at me.

"I don't know. "

He sighed and continued looking at his phone. Almost all the questions he asked me that morning, I did not know. I think after oxytocin messed with me, some of my senses were lost in my climax.

Without turning to look at him, I said, " Let's start going please."

He got up and left to the room without a word. He later came out, wearing a plain polo over his white short.

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