Joanna's POV
"Okay, let's keep going." He laughed with a shake of his head.
"Noooo, I'm too lazy," I whined like a three-year-old.
"How about I carry you?" He smirked
"Nah." I shrugged and began mounting the steps. "Not that I won't enjoy it but I would enjoy it too much I might forget myself and not let go."
"Wow! You are really free-spoken." He voiced out, dumbfounded.
"You said it, Free, speaking is free." I winked as I huffed my way up the steps.
"We are here," He spoke while gazing down at me.
"Wooh! finally!" I exclaimed when I reached the top.
"Next time- you- are- carrying- me- even if I say no," I blurted out of breath.
"It would surely be my pleasure," He whispered in my ear, his husky breath leaving goosebumps on my skin.
I scoffed in response, not wanting to utter something intelligible, and made my way to the first available seat.
"So, what are we doing up here with no food?" I queried, a bit dramatically.
"He rolled his eyes at my question before replying. "Because I wanted to talk to you."
"And you couldn't do it down there?" I polled, feigning annoyance.
"Hey! I needed a quiet place to talk to you." He clamored, slightly scared.
"How am I sure you don't want to kill me?" I inquired and folded my arms while I enjoyed the nervous expression on his face.
"You could tie me down if you want to." He pronounced and raised his hands in mock surrender.
"I might just take you up on that." I chuckled.
"So, can I talk now?" He implored staring straight at me.
"Talk all you want," I replied in a sigh.
"Okay Ana, I--, I--." He stuttered.
"Keep going," I urged. "But first let me make this easier for you."
"What you said down there about me being your crush and your future girlfriend and wife did you mean all that?" I quizzed and blushed to which he nodded in reply.
"Use your words, bro," I taunted.
"Firstly, don't call me bro." He gagged, "and secondly, yes I meant all that, I've always liked you from that first night."
"What do you mean by you've always liked me, you couldn't just have started liking me," I interrogated, a tad curious.
"That's a story for another day," He said, a faraway smile on his lips. "But first, when I saw you at that party with your crazy friend, what's her name again?"
"Tenda." I chuckled.
"Okay, yeah that's it, when I saw you with her I knew who you were, when you walked up to me and I saw that you were slightly drunk, I couldn't tell if I should laugh or just stare at you all night long, but we all knew which one I chose." He smirked.
"When you ground on me, damn! It took all energy in me not to come right there and when we kissed? I saw stars." He grinned, "I wanted to take you right there but I knew it would be wrong."
"But that decision was tempted when you twerked on me, that was why I had to drive you home immediately before I changed my mind."
"Even when I saw you sitting alone at that eaterie, I just knew I had to sit with you, and when we had our first real conversation, if you get what I mean, I couldn't help but tell you it was me that night because I didn't want to just be a one night adventure to you." He winked.
"I actually expected you to give me a hot slap and storm out of there but you surprised me, that was when I knew you were not like the others." He shook his head.
I felt myself blush as he gave me an intense stare, my throat not able to form words.
"What I'm trying to say is, I felt an instant connection, not just physically but emotionally too." He sighed.
"I don't know where this is leading but I know, I want to laugh with you, I want to dance with you, I want to fvck you." He smirked, and I rolled my eyes.
"Yeah, I really do," He continued. "I also want to cuddle you, eat with you, play with you, and many more."
"It's all left to you babe, I'm down if you are." He voiced out as he trailed a finger down my arm.
I giggled, and flushed in reaction to what he had just said, the fact that I was speechless didn't help my situation either.
"After that night, I wanted to see you again, because I'm not those people who forget what they did when drunk," I announced, feeling a bit shy all of a sudden.
"When you came up to me at the eaterie I knew you were familiar, and when you admitted it was you, I was angry and happy at the same time," I murmured, laughing at my mixed emotions back then.
"Even though you annoy me, I feel that connection too and I really want to explore it more and see where this leads," I told, my teeth shining through my smile.
"So, more than a friend?" He asked, hope shining in his eyes.
"More than a friend." I beamed and leaned in for a kiss.
When his lips touched mine, I felt at peace and excited at the same time. I couldn't believe what I missed and how I survived this long without his lips.
I thought it wouldn't get better but it so damn did as he pulled my head closer and added more pressure, kissing me with so much intensity and fire that I could literally see stars and the freaking Milky way behind my closed lids.
I moaned as his hands moved down and stroked my spine. This made me intertwine my hands with his dreadlocks as I bit his lips.
I felt goosebumps as he nibbed on my lower one and sucked on it hard that it caused a whimper to rip through my throat.
I slid my eyes open when he pulled away, ending the kiss.
"That was, wow!" He sighed, a contented look in his eyes as he smiled at me.
I was so dumbstruck by the turn of events that I just nodded and placed my head on his wide comfortable chest and reveled in the mind-blowing kiss we just had.
Firstly Frank was Ifeanyi's cousin, I don't know why I didn't notice the slight resemblance and the same surname.
Secondly, Frank was the Famous Francis James The well-known bad boy according to the rumors I'd heard.
I should've been scared that I was more than a friend to the famous bad boy but surprisingly I felt secure around him.
I believed by not judging people by rumors, and the little time I'd spent with him, I sensed a bad vibe, but I also knew he wouldn't do things without reason.
The day was full of events and revelations. I liked how it turned out.
I then sighed contentedly when I felt his lips brush my hair
Frank's POV
May I have permission to do a happy dance? Yeah, I do.
I couldn't believe we were more than friends, when I planned this day, I had no idea it would end so perfectly.
I expected her to press me for answers when I slipped by saying I'd always liked her, but like always she proved me wrong once more by respecting my privacy.
When she found out I was the *Francis James * she didn't freak out like I anticipated her to.
I had many things to tell her, I also had many secrets to share with her but the little scaredy-cat inside of me was pushing time.
I knew I needed to take things slow and that was why I was treading cautiously.
I think I was in love with her at the time though I felt it was not the time to tell her yet as she was just beginning to like me more. Like I said I had to tread cautiously.
It was a real series of events, but I was happy with the last event.
I smiled in contentment as I kissed her hair
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