Don’t Fall for Her
The first time Daniel saw her, she was fire wrapped in elegance, commanding a noisy cab driver to give her the correct change with a calm, chilling precision that made the man fumble and apologize like a schoolboy.
She turned, and their eyes met.
He should’ve looked away. But he didn’t.
She was stunning.
No, not just beautiful, stunning in that effortless way that made you forget your own name. Her caramel-toned skin, that neatly packed ponytail, the fitted jeans that clung to long legs… and the tiny silver chain dancing on her ankle.
A goddess in daylight.
“Pick your jaw up,” Kunle muttered beside him. “That kind of girl won’t even breathe your direction.”
Daniel ignored him. Because in that single heartbeat, he knew something he had no right to know:
He was going to fall for her.
Hard.
He tried not to.
Tried to remind himself she was from a different world, a world of private drivers and overseas vacations, not Danfo buses and used course handouts.
But Amara didn’t care. She talked to him like he mattered.
She laughed at his dry jokes. Waited for him after lectures. Sent him random texts at midnight “Are you awake?”
And somehow, slowly, she became his favorite part of every day.
But he never told her how he felt.
Because boys like him don’t end up with girls like her.
They become best friends. Nothing more.
So he stayed silent. Watching. Dying a little inside each time she said, “You’re the only one who gets me, D.”
Then came that night.
The hostel was loud, so she told him to come over.
Just like every other time.
Only this time… it felt different.
She wore a loose hoodie and shorts that revealed far too much thigh. The lights were out, so candles lit the small room. Her lips were red not lipstick, just… natural. Plump. Inviting.
They played a movie. Didn’t watch it.
Talked. Laughed. Sat closer. Closer. Closer…
Then silence.
Her fingers brushed his.
He should’ve moved. He didn’t.
He kissed her.
She kissed him back.
Slow. Hungry. Dangerous.
Hands explored. Breaths quickened. His shirt came off. Her fingers lingered at his belt buckle.
But just before everything spiraled too far…
She stopped.
Sat up. Pulled away. Hugged herself like she was suddenly cold.
And then she whispered:
“Daniel… what are we doing?”
He didn’t have an answer.
All he knew was, he was already in too deep.
