Written by Oyebamiji Samuel Feathers.
“I’m tired, I need to rest.” Scot said and came to me. He ruffled my hair and walked away.
Why did he touch my hair like he was playing with a pet?
I stood and ran to him before he could walk inside his room. I ruffled his hair too and he grabbed my left wrist all of a sudden.
His fist was hard on me and I became scared.
“What? leave me….I only came to do my own.” I said and he pulled me closer to him instead.
I fell to his chest with mine, our faces almost colide.
I rapped his second arm around my back and I stood stiff.
“Your hug is warm.” He said and I smiled.
He couldn’t see my face.
“You are hugging a poor maid, rich kid?” I reminded him.
He pushed me away gently and said; “I almost forgot.”
As he turned from me to enter his room, I hugged him from behind.
My hands crossing his chest.
“Did you like it?” I asked as I rested my head on his back.
“A hug from a poor girl, no.” He replied.
“You are so arrogant, you know that?” I asked.
“You are the arrogant maid.” He said and tried to disentangle my hand from his chest but I was hãrd.
“What did you want?” He asked.
“Keeping you warm, rich kid.” I replied.
“I’m warm, you can now leave.” He said and I removed my hand.
I went to stay in front of him and asked; “Why do you always save me?”
“If I did not save you, who else will.” He answered roughly.
He tried to push me from the entrance so he can enter his room but I sepå—rated my l—égs and stretched my hands so he would not be able to walk in.
“I think you have a feeling for me.” I said.
“I did not.” He replied.
“Why do I feel like you are lying?” I asked.
“Your feeling is your feeling, it has nothing to do with me. Get away, I need to rest.” He said.
“Kiss me.” I said and he furrowed his brow.
“Why do you think that way, why would I kiss you? you are not my girlfriend, you will never be one.” He said.
“Really?” I asked. “Because I’m poor right?”