A.
I look at him, I roll my eyes and I sit on the green sofa in his living room.
"Like the place? It's one of my dad's apartments" he says and sits besides me.
"Yeah it's nice" I say.
"So where you planning on telling Yemi how you feel about him?" Sami asks and I look at his pink fleshy lips surrounded by black shiny moustaches.
"Because if you had, I don't think he would have stayed cool with you" Sami says and my eyes are still on his lips.
He tries to talk again and I kiss him. My lips hold his upper lip and massage it and then down to the lower lips. His warm breath are on my nose. His breath smells like a fruity vanilla ice cream. Does he have ketoacidosis?
As our lips lock, it feels as if light has gone out all around us and a single spot of light shoots up from under us,
