Longer than usual but you're gonna like it
Should I run? Should I hide? Should I throw my chair at the nice brunette reporter? Oh my God!! I’m so gonna die and Jo’ll kill me and Oh my God I’m gonna die!!!! Why did he do that? Why? I mean, ok I do have feelings for him but like I didn’t start it, au did I ? I mean I was the one that became Marafiki with him but he kissed first but I called him first. But pwani invented the onyesha and he was the one to choose us, right? So it’s all Shore’s fault. Oh my god! My career is destroyed and oh god I don’t even care about that now.
I care for what’s gonna happen with us and the press and- Relax the reporter hasn’t alisema anything but she’s coming forward. I should act as if nothing happened I should-
“Well, hi there!” The reporter says as she comes and sits in front of us. I’m blushing I’m so blushing I don’t even dare to look at Hugh. He must be ashamed and he must be all nervous and I have to fight the urge of hugging him.
“Hi” We say at the same time. We stay silent and the interviewer gives us a really white smile.
“My name is Rachel Waterway. So let’s start“
Omg! This interview has been so weird there has been so much tension between us and Rachel is really nice and she hasn’t asked anything but maybe it’s just a façade and she will sell the clip to everyone and it will appear in newspapers and we’ll get killed. I’m so glad it will be over soon.
“So thank wewe for your time and we’ll see wewe in season 6.” I let a sigh come out and I immediately stand up and direct myself to my dressing room. I’m so… I don’t even know how I feel.
I’m in my dressing room now and I feel zaidi comfortable. I sit down in a chair and I cry. This is so wrong. I shouldn’t upendo you. Someone opens the door but I can’t see who it is, the tears are just blurring my sight. Then I clearly see who it is about as wewe touch my cheek, how many times you’ve seen me cry today?
I let your hand caress me, it feels better. I close my eyes and let my moyo open to the sensation. Why am I giving in so easily? wewe help me stand up and I hug you, wewe hold me.
“I’m sorry.” wewe whisper in my ear and I shiver. You’re confusing me. What does this means? I push back and glare at your eyes. I’m so pathetic I’m so emotional these days.
“What is this I’m sorry for? The first time wewe left with no explanation, for making me cry 3 times in a day? au maybe for destroying our careers? I am mad at wewe and I’m just too weak to face it and wewe take advantage of that. “I wipe a tear away as I push wewe back more. “You know, that “intent” of kiss is getting on the papers and there’s no good excuse that can save our asses. Like why did wewe do that? Like do wewe even care? I do, I have always cared for wewe and wewe t always walk away. I can’t take it anymore Hugh I need to know how wewe feel. I really need a-“
Aaahh!!!! Why are wewe kissing me? I’m yelling at wewe and you…just…mmh…kiss… me. You’re lips are so satisfying, they aren’t in an urge and wewe just trail over my lips in the perfect way. I hold your neck and wewe put your hands around my waist pulling me closer. wewe deepen the kiss and I want more, the kiss is getting rougher. I realize that I upendo to bite your lips they are perfect and soft and they look so edible. I could be in your mouth for hours and I wouldn’t mind. Your tongue is within my mouth playing with mine. I upendo your taste, your warmth breath and every sensation wewe make me feel.
I gasp for air and wewe start kissing my cheek then I open my eyes and notice that we’re still in the studio and I remember what happened just dakika ago. I panicked but I don’t want to ruin this but I know wewe don’t want to cheat on your wife and- Ouch! My neck is going to have a hickey tomorrow.
“Hugh” I whisper as I try to bring your head upper. It works now you’re at my lips, it still isn’t the greatest idea now I can’t speak. So I bring your head down to my neck again.
After I gasp for air, getting interrupt kwa some unexpected moans, your hands reach for the zipper of my dress. I grab your hand before it pulls it down.
“This…must…be…illegal.” I say trying to stop this.
“Love isn’t illegal” wewe say as wewe look into my eyes. Then wewe go back to my lips. I process what wewe just said. wewe use the word love, what does that mean? I think that that’s the best answer I’ll ever get. I smile and continue kissing you.
Should I run? Should I hide? Should I throw my chair at the nice brunette reporter? Oh my God!! I’m so gonna die and Jo’ll kill me and Oh my God I’m gonna die!!!! Why did he do that? Why? I mean, ok I do have feelings for him but like I didn’t start it, au did I ? I mean I was the one that became Marafiki with him but he kissed first but I called him first. But pwani invented the onyesha and he was the one to choose us, right? So it’s all Shore’s fault. Oh my god! My career is destroyed and oh god I don’t even care about that now.
I care for what’s gonna happen with us and the press and- Relax the reporter hasn’t alisema anything but she’s coming forward. I should act as if nothing happened I should-
“Well, hi there!” The reporter says as she comes and sits in front of us. I’m blushing I’m so blushing I don’t even dare to look at Hugh. He must be ashamed and he must be all nervous and I have to fight the urge of hugging him.
“Hi” We say at the same time. We stay silent and the interviewer gives us a really white smile.
“My name is Rachel Waterway. So let’s start“
Omg! This interview has been so weird there has been so much tension between us and Rachel is really nice and she hasn’t asked anything but maybe it’s just a façade and she will sell the clip to everyone and it will appear in newspapers and we’ll get killed. I’m so glad it will be over soon.
“So thank wewe for your time and we’ll see wewe in season 6.” I let a sigh come out and I immediately stand up and direct myself to my dressing room. I’m so… I don’t even know how I feel.
I’m in my dressing room now and I feel zaidi comfortable. I sit down in a chair and I cry. This is so wrong. I shouldn’t upendo you. Someone opens the door but I can’t see who it is, the tears are just blurring my sight. Then I clearly see who it is about as wewe touch my cheek, how many times you’ve seen me cry today?
I let your hand caress me, it feels better. I close my eyes and let my moyo open to the sensation. Why am I giving in so easily? wewe help me stand up and I hug you, wewe hold me.
“I’m sorry.” wewe whisper in my ear and I shiver. You’re confusing me. What does this means? I push back and glare at your eyes. I’m so pathetic I’m so emotional these days.
“What is this I’m sorry for? The first time wewe left with no explanation, for making me cry 3 times in a day? au maybe for destroying our careers? I am mad at wewe and I’m just too weak to face it and wewe take advantage of that. “I wipe a tear away as I push wewe back more. “You know, that “intent” of kiss is getting on the papers and there’s no good excuse that can save our asses. Like why did wewe do that? Like do wewe even care? I do, I have always cared for wewe and wewe t always walk away. I can’t take it anymore Hugh I need to know how wewe feel. I really need a-“
Aaahh!!!! Why are wewe kissing me? I’m yelling at wewe and you…just…mmh…kiss… me. You’re lips are so satisfying, they aren’t in an urge and wewe just trail over my lips in the perfect way. I hold your neck and wewe put your hands around my waist pulling me closer. wewe deepen the kiss and I want more, the kiss is getting rougher. I realize that I upendo to bite your lips they are perfect and soft and they look so edible. I could be in your mouth for hours and I wouldn’t mind. Your tongue is within my mouth playing with mine. I upendo your taste, your warmth breath and every sensation wewe make me feel.
I gasp for air and wewe start kissing my cheek then I open my eyes and notice that we’re still in the studio and I remember what happened just dakika ago. I panicked but I don’t want to ruin this but I know wewe don’t want to cheat on your wife and- Ouch! My neck is going to have a hickey tomorrow.
“Hugh” I whisper as I try to bring your head upper. It works now you’re at my lips, it still isn’t the greatest idea now I can’t speak. So I bring your head down to my neck again.
After I gasp for air, getting interrupt kwa some unexpected moans, your hands reach for the zipper of my dress. I grab your hand before it pulls it down.
“This…must…be…illegal.” I say trying to stop this.
“Love isn’t illegal” wewe say as wewe look into my eyes. Then wewe go back to my lips. I process what wewe just said. wewe use the word love, what does that mean? I think that that’s the best answer I’ll ever get. I smile and continue kissing you.
