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What Made Now Sour: Chideziri POV
Nothing rivals a kiss from your favourite person in the whole wide world.
Nothing in the whole wide world rivals a kiss from your favourite person when you need it most. Nothing at all, G.
My eyes are closed, lightly, shut automatically the moment she kissed me. She lingers a second. A second long enough to make me want to depend on her more.
When she lets go, i open my eyes and the sun has dipped further into the water.
But it is still bright out here.
"Every time we are alone, this kind of thing happens," she says, quietly.
"And whose fault is it?" I joke.
"Yours." she intones, not missing a heart beat.
A Classic case of Amanda. I chuckle to myself.
"Thank you though," I say. "For coming to get me. I needed this.".
"Whenever," she answers, focused on the bear paw imprints on my shirt. Out of all times to be bashful.
I steal a kiss.
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I close my eyes as I think of the sound of a popular Nigerian music in my head. The beat is steady and I can feel my eardrums vibrate to the sound of its intensity which tries to draw me apart. I try not to think of the music but I can't stop myself from enjoying its lovely taste.It takes a while before I realize that the sound I hear in my ears is not the sound of a popular Nigerian music but the sound of my own voice, warning me to pay attention carefully and always follow my heart. I rest my head on the bed and before I can recognize the sound in my head, I fall asleep.
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