“Good work Beck,” Becca alisema as she entered.
“Thanks.”
Becca sat on the arm of his chair, watching the screen. It was a camera just outside the gate. Her Marafiki stood there, talking.
“They were spying,” Becca muttered. “They think we're playing tricks on them.”
“The whole plot of land is a computer screened room, basically. I can control what it looks like from my computer.”
“So it's like a holographic display. Makes sense.”
“I had to use it to confuse them. See, your two speedsters were lurking around. I needed to mix them up and gave them a house with lights and shadows through the windows. Then the Martian started to poke around and I changed what she saw too.”
“The magic of digital editing.”
Beck smiled up at her and Becca smiled back, even though she was staring at the computer.
“How'd wewe come up with that dance studio idea?” she asked, typing on his computer.
“It was easy. I just typed in a bila mpangilio thing and it gave me a orodha of things. And wewe obviously upendo dancing. I put that into it and decided I'd better tell them. What are wewe doing?”
“I hacked the nyota City Dance studios and put my name on the roster. Just in case. Now I'm poking around to see what information wewe have on your computer.”
“You better not!”
“What's wrong Beck? Afraid I'll find a disturbing picture from your past?” Becca teased.
“No. But wewe may not want to do that.”
“Why not?”
Beck stood and grabbed her kwa the waist. Becca screeched, laughing when he turned to place her back on her feet. He placed his lips on hers, backing her towards the wall. Becca grabbed his hands, their fingers locking together.
“Door secure?” she muttered.
“Mhmm.”
“You sure?”
“Shut up,” Beck alisema with a laugh.
Becca smiled against his lips and she hit the wall. He kissed her several times and Becca kept their hands locked together. She felt herself kissing back, eyes closing slowly. A sudden pain hit her and Becca pulled away, placing her head against Beck's shoulder.
“I'm sorry,” she mumbled.
“It's okay Becca. Calm down.”
“You're so much like him. I thought it would be the same. But it's different. In a good way. I feel good when we kiss. When he kissed me, I don't know what I felt. I mean...oh! This is all so confusing!”
“It's okay Becca. You're still hurting. I understand. wewe need to find out what wewe want. But,” Beck stopped until Becca looked up at him. “But I won't stop kissing wewe unless wewe give me reason not to. And saying you're in charge doesn't count.”
Becca smiled, a few tears coming from her eyes. Beck kissed them away and pulled back to look into incredible brown eyes.
“Thank wewe Beck.”
“No problem. Now then. Where were we?”
Becca smiled again as her lips met his. She released their hands and was immediately pulled away from the ukuta kwa two strong arms. She put her hands in his hair, wrapping several strands around her fingers. Her eyes slowly closed and she felt a small pain but not as bad as the last one. I'm sorry Robin. I miss wewe but I can't have you. For many reasons. And the zaidi I hold on, the less I have. I think it's time to let go and start again.