The Girl [ep9]

I settled in his warm
embrace and rested my
head on his chest. It
felt like coming home,
every time, I was in his
arms. I listened to his
heart, it pounded
evenly, in a normal
rhythm, like music. But
mine was hammering
wildly. I smelled his
manly scent, hmm, so
divine. Then, I touched
his strong arms and
feasted my eyes on his
attractive face.
Everything about him
enthralled me and
drugging my senses.
The tingling in the pit of
my stomach wouldn’t
stop whenever I was
with him.
I held his eyes, studying
his expressions. I was
looking for some clues
and signs on what he
really felt for me. If he
developed a special
interest in me, he had
no intention of showing
it.
He noticed me, staring
at him. He pulled his
eyebrows together in a
crease and held my
eyes. I smiled at him,
then his face lit up. He
gave me his usual
tender smile that
melted my heart and
turned my limbs to
jellies.
“That’s my girl. Smile.
Don’t worry, everything
will turn out right. God
wouldn’t give us
problems that we
couldn’t handle.” He
caressed my arm, up
and down, made me
shiver with excitement.
I shifted my position,
and loomed over him. I
held his face with my
hands, feeling the
roughness of his
stubbles.
“I thank God, he gave
me you. I couldn’t
possibly live without
you now, Joseph.” I
slowly bent down my
head and kissed his lips.
Joseph was caught off
guard. With an almost
angry gesture, he
gently pushed me
away. “Ginger, what do
you think you’re doing?
You’re too young for
that.”
I looked down, feeling
so embarrassed. “Why?
You don’t like it?”
His expression suddenly
changed and varied
conflicting emotions
played on his face.
“There’s plenty of time
for that. Don’t be in a
hurry to grow up.”
I felt rejected. Why was
he doing this to us? I
knew he loved me. I
saw it in his eyes every
time he looked at me.
Why was he so
evasive? Why couldn’t
he declare his true
feelings for me? Why
was he holding back?
“What are you talking
about? I’m a grown up
woman, I’m eighteen.
Look at me, I’m not a
little girl anymore?” I
stood up straight, and
faced him squarely,
making sure that he
wouldn’t miss my big
boobs. I was wearing a
tight pink shirt and blue
skinny jeans.
“OH, and you think
you’re old enough? I
just bought a Barbie Doll
on your last birthday,
remember? A miniature
of you.”
I heaved a sigh. “That’s
the problem with you,
you refuse to see that
I’m not a little girl
anymore.” Tears
started pooling in my
eyes. I was really
humiliated. I hated him
for always pretending
that I was still a child.
He stood up and took
my hands. “Shh… don’t
cry, my love. Yup, I
noticed, you are actually
growing up, because
you’re now learning
how to flirt with me.”
He teased.
“I hate you, Joseph.” I
pushed him away, but
his hands wouldn’t let
me go.
“You’re very beautiful,
Ginger. A lot of men
envy me, whenever
we’re together.
Someday, you will find
your true love. Someone
who will take care of
you, and will always be
there for you.”
“I don’t want anyone, I
want only you. Do you
understand me? I love
you, you, you, you.” I
poked my forefinger on
his chest. Tears were
running on my cheeks
now. I didn’t care
anymore if I declared
my true feelings for
him.
“Ginger, listen to me.
I’m going away… this
weekend.”
“What?” What did he
say? I was trying to
figure out what he just
said.
“I decided to join the
medical mission toSouthern Africa.”