Chapter Fifteen

Ben had been tasty of Emelda and since he was back from his travel, the first person he thought of visiting was her. He had tried to disembowel the memories of the last kiss he involved her but to no avail.

And this made him think of approaching this relationship differently. He had known her for seven years, and it had been asexual, deeply platonic. And why would it stop there?

He couldn’t have forgotten so fast how she took offence at his misdemeanour, something he said wasn’t intentional, and something he said was beyond his power to withhold. Was it really true or he just made up the lie to excuse himself?

He didn’t even know what else to say, but lying within his heart now was the desire to transport the relationship to where it should be. He now longed to be his partner…romantic partner indeed. There was something about her –he realized this part the day he kissed her—that made him go gaga.

Was he being driven by lust now or what? Whatever she might call it was none of his conce