Her Other Half

Chapter Two

The night was cold, giving her more reason to draw closer to him, to feel the natural warmth he was born to give.

She tugged at the hem of her shirt and Noel grabbed her hand before she could fully peel it off.

"Are you sure about this?" he was concerned, just like always.

She nodded and he let go of her hand hesitantly. She was left in only her bra and Noel licked his lower lip at the site of her. She was damn sexy and he felt himself grow even bigger and hungrier, hungry for her. He felt like he would explode if he didn't have her.

His lips connected with hers again, this time the kisses more intense. She didn't feel any passion, just lust. His mouth was wet and searching, his tongue massaging hers. She whimpered as his lips went to her collarbone bone, his teeth grazing on her skin. She bit on her lower lip, his tongue swirling on the skin there.

"The back is more comfy." his voice was raspy unlike the usual.

The place where they were was small and there were many barriers. Going to the back would be much better since there was more room.

She moved from his lap and crawled to the back, then he followed.

There was an awkward silence for a moment, while they sat in the back.

"It's ok if you're having second thoughts." he said.

"Am not." she answered. He brought his hand to her face, the pad of his thumb brushed on her lower lip with light pressure. He didn't want her to do things she wasn't willing.

"I love you." he said.

Oh no! What the hell was she doing. She was taking advantage of him. Of his love for her. What was she even thinking. She wished the wind could blow her away. She had gone to far. "Am– am sorry." Tears were pricking in her throat.

"For. . ?" he moved closer to her.

Because she didn't feel the same way of course.

"What do you want Yve?" he asked, gazing at her his eyes allover her face. A hairsbreadth distance between their faces.

Her lips spoke before she could comprehend what she was going to say. "I want to sleep with you." She closed her eyes, bringing her lower lip in between her teeth once those words rolled out. Her insides were squirming. What the hell had she just said! If only she could run out of this damn car. It had become smaller and the air hotter.

"Really?" he smirked. Completely bewildered by her request. "Is that what you want."

She nodded.

He leaned closer, crooked his neck alittle and took her lower lip in between his. The kisses were more sloppier, his hands on her back, guiding her to lie on the seat. His gripped her bra and peeled it off.

Squeezing gently at the tender curve of breast.

He ran his tongue on her n****e and then his teeth. It chafed from the warm and moist contact. He removed his hand from the other and did the same.

Whatever he did, didn't arouse any deep affection in her. She had only grasped desire. But it wasn't intense, just lingering

"I have no condoms but we can get a pill later." his voice was raspier than before, arousal evident in it. She wished she would be able to feel the heady passion he had. To have the desire he had for her. To want him just like he wanted her. But she couldn't, nothing was working so she decided to simulate.

He tugged at the fastening of her jeans and pushed them down over her hips and off her legs. He reached beneath her panties, the hair there was warm and flattened.

He rubbed slowly considering her mood, grazing at the sensitive place, making her jump.

He lowered himself until her legs stiffly bracketed his. And groped between them, unzipping his jeans.

With in a second, there was an unfamiliar taut, bobbing length of him against her inner thighs causing her to shudder.

He buried his head in the crook of her neck, his tongue licking her there. On that part, right under her ear. The pressure between her legs became bruising. She winced at the pinching feeling deep inside.

She had never had s*x before. She had told Mitch to take her slow when they were dating. She always wanted her first time to be with someone she loved but— now, she had acted without thinking.

Tears collected in the corners of her eyes. This was just adding to her pain. He shoved in harder, harder into her resistant flesh, and a pained sound— a cry. A deep cry escaped her lips.

He brought his face to hers. Her reaction?! It dawned on him why.

'God damn it!' She had been a virgin. Atleast she should have informed him. But know, he was already in. He couldn't stop.

He decided to go more slow, slower than he had been. He hated seeing her in pain.

His jaw clenched in concentration, his hard muscles contracted and pulled beneath his skin. The tears overflew as she hissed. He kissed allover. Whispering "It's ok." in her ear and surprisingly, it eased the pain alittle.

He came undone after a few more thrusts, he was shuddered against her, groaning in his throat.

That was a couple of months ago. She blotted her eyes with a hanky. Remembering that day always made her cry.

The driver pulled into her home driveway and she got out once he parked.

Mouth watering smells filled her nostrils as she walked to the kitchen. Her mother was one of those women who were extremely good in the kitchen. Wether traditional or international cuisines. Yve always preferred food prepared by her.

She found her stirring in chicken stew. Having chicken stew on Friday evening had begun as a coincidence. Her mom always prepared it then until it became a tradition. Whenever she returned home on a Friday, she knew a chicken stew would be waiting.

Her stomach growled as she sniffed in the pan's contents.

"Welcome back honey." her mom said planting a simple kiss on her cheek.

"Thanks Mom." she replied.

"Go and change. Dinner is almost ready."

"Ok."

She strolled up the stairs to her room. It was tidy enough to show that she cared about her space. It's was were colored apricot orange. Warm yet fiery red and fun and upbeat yellow. The room gave her calmness, a serenity and a feeling of optimistic.

With in minutes, she was done showering and dressed in her fluffy pyjamas.

Boiled rice, the starch softened. The chicken stew, complex in delicious and intricate flavor. The roti had brown spots, scattered. Ones she used to peel off and eat first as a kid. She smiled at the memory. The pumpkins too looked nice and tender. She couldn't wait to dig in.

Yve held the chicken in place with the knife, pulling the meat off with a fork as her dad talked about a certain contract they were going to sign with a big investor.

Her parents owned a fashion company by the names of Wandera designs. With her father's designing skills and her mother's enterprenuer skills, they were able to build their company from scratch eight years back. They had met peaks and valleys as they embarked on their clothing business but were able to go through them.

Yve had wanted to work in the family business since it's creation, back when she was nine. Drawing was her thing and there was no doubt she would make a good designer.

"Your Aunt and cousin will be coming for the Easter holiday." her dad announced making Yve choke on her orange.

"Really!" her eyes were glimmering with amusement. She hadn't seen them close to two years now. They had settled in Malawi when her aunt got a job there. She really missed them so much.

"Your Aunt managed to get a break for Easter holiday." her dad said and sipped on his drink.

"That's so great. I can't wait to finally see them again." the enthusiasm she had couldn't be measured. She was finally going to see her cousin again. They had been best friends since childhood. They had gone to the same schools, wore the same clothes. She was like her very own sister.

The day they had left was dreadful for her. After escorting them to the airport, she had locked herself in her room when they returned. Holding a picture where her and her cousin were hugging each other, crying her eyes out. The house was more quiet without her cousin around. A traumatizing quietness. She wished she had gone with them.

Yve helped her mom clear the table and then went to her room after cleaning the dishes.

Her phone buzzed as she ducked into bed. She picked it up and found a goodnight message from Noel. She replied him, feeling sorry for ignoring five messages of his.

He called her the moment he saw her reply, she rolled her eyes and groaned. Does he have to be so clingy. She answered despite feeling agitated.

"Hey." his voice rolled from the phone into her ear.

"Halo." she sat up and leaned her back on the upholstered headboard.

Oh goodness! Why did he call?

"Are you free tomorrow." he asked and she bit on her lower lip. Did he want to ask her out? Good thing she was going for horse riding with Annabelle and Odrah. She had the perfect way of denying his offer.

"Am going for horse riding. Why?"

"Oh! That sounds good. Which stable are you going to?"

"Greenwood stable." she hoped he wouldn't offer to come with her.

"Oh! I know it. I can take you there. Maybe even join you. Don't worry, l finally got my driving license."

She rolled her eyes. She had seen it coming. Of course he would offer.

"Am going with Annabelle and Odrah, Noel. And Wamono will take us there. But thanks for the offer anyway."

"Oh, ok." he said and she signed. Atleast it didn't sound like she wasn't interested.

Changing the topic, they talked about the history lesson they had that day in the morning. The substitute teacher had been so funny and intellectual unlike their usual teacher. He had told stories that would c***k your ribs from laughter.

That night, she dreamt about her cousin's visit and atleast woke up once in the night. 'If only they would come.' she thought, stirring up at the ceiling.

Yve and her mother were at the back of the house, fixing their flower garden. Her father had gone to play golf with his friends. This was what he did every Saturday. Sometimes Yve and her mother joined him but they weren't goal diehards like him.

They had taken long without taking care of the flowers in it. It was now filled with weeds and the flowers had over grown. They uprooted some and trimmed the others. She loved this garden alot. It built up most of her childhood. Her and her cousin were it's caretakers as kids.

They used to fight over who to water it. When they were mad at each other, it brought them back together. It was a symbol of their friendship. They had kept some of their toys and bracelets they had made for each other as kids in the ground the flower garden was on. They wanted to dig it up when they were older. Since she was coming back, maybe they would finally do it.

"Just a bit of water every day and they will be magnificent." her mom said as Yve poured the remaining water on them.

Yve went straight to the shower after. The cold water felt good on her hot and sweaty skin. Taking a shower was one of the pleasures of her day. She loved the cold water. She loved the washing. It reassured her senses with it's water hug, warm and cozy. Meditations of all sort combined with a boost of her senses. It was a mood elevator, taking her higher.

Her mother was walking down the stairs, going to the kitchen when the doorbell's cherry sound radiated through the house as a warmth of a friendly smile radiates through the soul. Annabelle and Odrah had arrived. They greeted her with smiles that reached their eyes.

Yve was down with in minutes and they left after her mom telling them to take care.

Nestling in a stunning countryside, the stables sat on woodland. Home to a variety of flora and fauna including Greenwood. There were a good number of horses and ponies differing in sizes and ability. The horses were well schooled and the yard operated to high standards. In its care for both horses and clients.