Her Other Half

Chapter Eight

"I will be fine Yve." she replied.

"You should go home and rest. Don't worry about the library. I will organise it." Yve couldn't stand seeing her work when sick. She was her friend and she wanted to help her as possibly as she could.

"Will you manage?"

"Yes Ankunda. It's ok." Yve reassured her. It was just a matter of placing the books in the selves. Nothing she couldn't handle."Just go and rest."

"You are a lifesaver Yve." she enveloped her and Yve patted her back. The librarian went after giving her a few quick instructions and thanking her again. Her and Gideon were now left alone in the roomy library. The bookshelves lay on one side and the study carrels on the other. Yve and Gideon stood in the space between.

"You must be having other things to do." Yve said to him. "Am sorry we haven't got to talk. Maybe tomorrow. I promise we will."

"We can still do it if we finish fast. So let's get to work." he said. Football practice can wait, everything else can wait. It was now or never.

She grinned. There was no escape for her.

"Why did you change school in the middle of the term?" She asked, the silence was bugging her and she needed him to talk to her.

"Really Yve. Is that the question you want to ask?" He strolled towards her and placed the books he held onto the cart. Oh goodness he was just a sack of gorgeousness. Even the way he walked was enticing.

"Yes." Seriously! She didn't care why. As long as he was now here. The universe had brought him to her and she was grateful. But she didn't know what to start with. There was just too much she wanted to know. "Maybe you should just tell me anything. As long as it's about you."

He smirked. "There is not much to know about me Yve."

"Even the little matters." she replied.

"Well, am Gideon Wander and a girl called Yvonne Wandera is driving me crazy." he watched as her mouth opened and closed again.

"That makes two of us." the words left her lips without her notice. "I will take these to the selves." She said shortly after and pushed the cart. Surprisingly, she didn't regret what she had said. Actually, she was happy she said it.

Gideon appeared before her as she placed the books in the shelf. He removed some of the books from the cart too and placed them in the shelf just like she was doing.

"What is going on between you and Nandera?"

"She's my friend." he shrugged.

"Friend with benefits." she mumbled. Where in hell did she get this audacity?

"What?" He stopped what he was doing and looked at her.

"That's what everyone sees." she defended herself. Atleast Odrah and Anna saw that too.

"You shouldn't believe in what people say Yvonne." He came close to her and brushed the back his hand on her cheek.

"Yve." she corrected him even though her full name still sounded heavenly slipping off his lips. Her body was becoming lax just from his simple touch. He cupped her cheek and there was barely any space between there lips. Oh my gosh! She wanted to run her tongue on his chiseled lower lip. "I love you Gideon." She meant it and he got it.

He almost kissed her but stop midway. They still had to organize this place. "Not now." he told her and himself. "Not right now." He pulled away and caught the cart, pushing it back to the carrels.

Yve released a long breathe she hadn't realized she was holding. And brought her lower lip between her teeth. He always kicked all sense out of her when he got close. He was a drug and she was getting addicted. Maybe his name in drug form was Gicaine. Mixture of Gideon and cocaine. She smiled at the thought.

"Do you know that she likes you?" She returned to him after getting back her equilibrium. She got the books from the table and placed them on the cart.

"Well, it doesn't apply to me."

"For now."

"Forever." he stated, looking up at her.

All the books were now over from the tables. Gideon pushed the cart the shelves and Yve followed him. Oh my... So he doesn't like Nandera. Did he mean what he said a couple of minutes back. "—a girl called Yvonne Wandera is driving me crazy."

"Why forever?" She picked another book from the cart, placing it in the shelf.

"You want to know why?" his smile was malicious. She nodded. "You will know once we are done here."

The statement sent a little shiver through her and then anticipation. What was he planning on doing? Whatever ever it was, she couldn't wait. She looked at him as she placed the last book on the cart into the shelf. Now she was going to find out. "Done." she said.

"I see." he moved closer to her. He was so close, their bodies were touching. Her opened wide and her legs weakened. She almost fell backwards but her held her waist his other hand was on her neck and he said, "I have been waiting to do this."

Hmmm... What has he been waiting to do.

His lips met hers. They were soft yet so firm and her eyes shut closed. She also wanted this. Her insides were jumping and shouting like a little kid. Lured by the undemanding kiss, she opened her mouth for him and her hands went on his broad shoulders. She made humming sounds as his tongue loitered in her mouth. He was a good kisser. She noted.

He kissed her over and over, trying to discover every way their mouths could fit together. His breath rushed against her cheek, coming in scalding. The intimate flavor of him confounded her with desire. His tongue ravaged her mouth, making her moan for more. He pulled her closer to him by her waist as if she wasn't close enough.

His kisses became more raw and intense. From sweet intense to painful intense, almost bruising her lips. His scent took over her making her unable to think clearly.

His lips parted from hers and she winced despite panting.

Within a second, they were on her neck, kissing hungrily. His tongue ran over the skin beneath her ear and she moaned, prompting him to do it again. From her waist, his hands went to her thighs. Making her eyes shoot open. They caressed her thighs alittle and moved back to her waist. She moaned and moved her body more closer to him. Feeling his bulge on her groin, and it was damn satisfying. He had become hard just from kissing. It's not like she hadn't become wet too. She had the same effect on him like the one he had on her.

She brought her arms, through the space between his chest and arms, and she grazed her nails against the skin on his back. She felt she could explode because of the wipes and licks he did on her neck. A tingling sensation took over her. Every bit of her was aroused by pleasure and wanting more. His hand slid inside her skirt again.

Her eyes were crowded with unexplainable delight. She never knew that something like this existed inside her. But know that she was aware, she loved it. She slightly parted her legs by instinct. His hand cupped her s*x and a loud moan escaped her lips, her nails digging deeper in his skin and he grinned on her neck.

He moved from her neck and looked at her. She was shaken and aroused. His hand moved to her shirt's buttons, loosening them from the fabric. Unable to wait, Yve brought her lips back on his as he unbuttoned her shirt. His tongue swirled her bottom lip and he swallowed her moan. She slid her arms out of the shirt and it falled on the ground.

He plucked at the clasp of her strapless pink bra. The garment loosened across her and onto the floor. Leaving her chest bare. His eyes raked her chest with awe and he licked his bottom lip. She was timid, and brought her hugged her chest. "No need to shy away darlin– You are damn sexy." he gripped her arms and he tore them from her chest.

His hands captured the tender curve of her breasts and pleasure sank in. His thumb rubbed over the hardening tip of it and the other breast was covered by a warm moist sensation of his mouth sucking on it. Yve was out of breath, what he was doing filled her with bliss. His mouth moved to her other breast, this time he sucked looking at her. Taking note of her reactions. He looked so sexy his eyes not leaving hers as she threw her head back in ultimate bliss.

After gratifying her bosoms , his lips found hers again. He kissed her slowly and gentle surprising her.

This is it. she thought. He is now ending. She was going to miss whatever they had done.

But things were not over, atleast not for him. His hands tugged the hem of her skirt, pulling it up to her waist. His hand cupped her s*x, though still in her panties and she gulped. He then slid his fingers in her panties. "Fuck." he clenched his jaw. "You are damn ready for me."

He rubbed her wet, slick and tight slit, sending her to cloud nine. Every movement of his fingers inside her, took her to the peak of pleasure. She was set aflame. It was an indescribable rapture, so alluring. Pressure built up in her stomach and then she erupted. Her breathing was hitched and rugged. She said his name and repeated it again. His triumph smile assured her he liked it.

He licked his fingers that had been smeared with her juices and she gagged. He let out a chortle and swiped his tongue on his bottom lip. He removed a hanky from his pocket a wiped on the inner thighs up to her sensitive skin. He then pocketed the hanky.

Removing her bra and shirt from the ground, he helped her out then. Her mind was still moving in circles from erotic arouse. She felt like a hot mess. He then planted a soft kiss on her lips.

Wait— this his plan all along. "Is this what you meant by talk." She air quoted the last word. She was mad for some reason.

"No Yve. You needed it."

"What?" She didn't follow.

"We will talk later. Am late for practice." he said and kissed her temple before exiting the library.

This was new! How could he leave her hanging just like that. Anger built up in her. Why did she agree to this even. Of course, she had no control over her body whenever he was close to her. She suddenly felt the tears coming and did her best to keep them back. Not right now. She was going to be a cry baby in this situation too. She was going to do her best to steer away from him if this is the way his treating.

He was just using. And you fell in his trap cause you are naive. She told herself. She hugged herself, tears brimming she could nolonger hold them back. She slowly came down onto the floor and sat there. Hugging her knees to herself. No girl would want to be treated the way he had done to her. His no different from Mitch. She was going to remind herself that every time she saw him.

Nalubega must still be around. Gideon thought to himself as he got his shoes off on entering the house. The lights were on so he figured out that the house helper was still around. Though she was always gone by seven.

After practice that day, he had gone with couch CJ to his apartment again. He had had a wonderful evening there. CJ was always a fun guy to be with. That's why he was sad when he left.

Gideon was surprised when he set his eyes on the male figure coming down the stairs. His uncle. What was he doing here? He always informed him when he would come by.

"Uncle?" he asked, as if he was blind.

"How are you boy?" his uncle smiled. That smile always reminded him of his mom. They had almost the same features. He moved elegantly towards Gideon.