Chapter 15 Amanda's POV
I lay there, watching Onyi sleep, his chest rising and falling with each gentle breath. The morning light streaming through the window cast a warm glow over his face, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of peace wash over me. But beneath that peace, a storm brewed.
As i gazed at Onyi, I felt a mix of emotions swirling inside me. There was the tenderness I felt for him, the desire to protect him, and the fear of what might happen if he found out the truth.
I thought back to the way he'd responded to me last night, the way he'd surrendered to my touch. It was like he'd given himself to me, body and soul. But I knew he didn't really want me,I wanted to hear him plead, not me giving in.
But now, in the cold light of morning, I felt a pang of guilt. what was I doing to Onyi? was I using him for my own desires, my own needs? and what would happen when he found out the truth? would he still look at me with the same adoration in his eyes?
I reached out a hand, hesitant to touch him, scared of waking him up. But I couldn't help myself. I gently brushed a strand of hair out of his face, and he stirred, his eyes fluttering open.
For a moment, he looked at me with a dazed expression, and then his eyes focused. He smiled, and my heart skipped a beat. "Good morning," he whispered, his voice husky with sleep.
I smiled back, trying to push aside my fears. "Good morning," I replied, my voice soft.
Onyi reached out, pulling me into a gentle kiss. I felt my heart melt, felt my fears and doubts begin to dissipate. But they didn't disappear completely. They lingered, hiding just beneath the surface, waiting to pounce.
As we broke apart, Onyi looked up at me with a curious expression. "What's wrong?" he asked, his voice gentle.
I hesitated, unsure of how to answer. How could i tell him that i was scared of losing him, scared of him finding out the truth? Scared of sharing his love,if she ever returned.
"Nothing," i lied, trying to smile. "Just enjoying the moment."
Onyi nodded, his eyes searching mine. I knew he didn't believe me, but he didn't push the issue. Instead, he pulled me into a hug, holding me close burring his face in my neck.
As we lay there, wrapped in each other's arms, I felt a sense of peace wash over me. But it was fragile, fleeting. I knew that the storm brewing inside me would eventually break, and I wasn't sure if our relationship would survive it.