Love Is A Two-way Thing.

1. The Boy At My Door

"The sermon today was on point. I love how the pastor always has something to say, but makes it so easy to remember."

Yinka expressed his true satisfaction at the sermon that was held earlier today.

"I know, I know. Are you free today?"

Tunmishe tried to change the topic. She was tired of the church at this point. Why were they so boring? And why did Yinka seem to be enjoying it?

"Yes, actually. I was thinking of walking you home sef. If that's okay by you ni oh."

He stated, making Tunmishe cry, inwardly that is. It'd been her dreams to tell him how she felt, but he was just so clueless. 

"Okay, that's fine, I guess."

She was lost for words. Her mind wandered to how they'd go her place, and he'd study the Bible while she'd ogle him shamelessly feigning understanding. But then, she remembered it. 

Nmesoma. Her arch enemy. She was just so different, so annoying, utterly infuriating. Tunmishe rolled her eyes at the remembrance of the wayward girl staying with her. But then, an idea struck. 

"So, you know the girl I've talking to you about? My roommate?"

He nodded in affirmation.

"Well could you help me talk to her? She's very worldly. Her dressing alone sef is off-putting, and I have tried talking to her but things aren't working out." Now, he couldn't change his mind. She knew he never said no to evangelism.

"Okay, I will. But you'll give me a book from your shelf."

He offered, a ghost of a smirk making Tunmishe drool. 

"Whatever you want, Oga. Sha do it for me."

She patted his arm, and they both laughed. They'd get to her place, and she'd make sure he didn't leave, whatever it cost.

Nmeso started on her third book that afternoon. She was really bored. Why wasn't anyone calling her yet? She needed something to do, and soon. She turned up the hip hop on her speaker to give off a busy outlook to her neighbours who knew her.

It took the last of her strength praying inwardly for Nmeso not to be busy this afternoon. She just couldn't be going at it with someone. Not when she finally got a chance to score points with Yinka. She put her hand on her waist from so much walking. She surely needed more excercise. The loud music oozing out of their room made her fear the worst, but she decided to go through with it anyway. What did she have to lose?

A rapping on the door and faint sounds of her name gave Nmeso the impression that her roommate was back. She reduced the volume of the speaker and made for the door. Ready for a fresh lashing today, she opened the door.

The shock of her life awaited her. There he was. Just perfect. Crisp to the tee. How did he even exist and she didn't know? He was quite simple, wearing a shirt, trousers and a tie. His hair gleamed with sweat, his face too. His pearly whites shone and sent joy coursing through her veins like blood. His eyes just spoke to her. She couldn't quite pinpoint what exactly it was, but there was something and she was sure as hell about it. Without hearing another word, she said,

"Come in."

He assessed the girl he'd heard so much about for a while now. Her orange frontal spoke volumes on her way of life, the full breasts fighting for air in her crop top saying even more. She was the core definition of sin. He looked her up and down in disgust, subconsciously counting her piercings.  Eight in all, Two on each ear, quite full with jewelry, one in the cartridge between her nostrils, a ring like ornament hanging from it, one on her navel, revealed to the world below her crop top, and the last one on her lips, her pink, luscious, kissable lips. But that wasn't the point. He was here to fulfill a favour to a friend, that's all. So with all the self control he could muster, he came in.