wewe walk along the pier with her, hand in hand, as the wind blows softly. wewe look over at her and notice how beautiful she looks in the setting sun. wewe pause briefly and push a stray hair behind her ear and she pulls wewe in for a kiss. wewe still can’t believe how undeniably attracted wewe are to her. If you’d been asked a mwezi zamani if you’d ever hook up with a girl, it would have been an emphatic ‘no.’ But then again, a mwezi ago, wewe didn’t know her as anything other than Seth’s boss and sometime girlfriend.
“Hey, Maris,” she says, breaking your thoughts. wewe smile at her...
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