Someone is watching us

"Close your eyes," he whispered from behind. His warm breath tickled her ears.

"Why?" she asked, already tense.

"Just trust me and do it."

"Alright," she inhaled heavily and shut her eyes.

"Hope they are close?" She felt his hand over her face. Her stomach turned in on itself.

"Yes," a warm smile cut across her lips.

"Good. Let's go." He took her hand. Omo was excited, unsure of what to expect. She just met him and he is already taking her to surprises. This better be worth losing her sight over.

After a slow and blinding walk of about three minutes, they came to a stop. In the quiet and cold night, she heard his footsteps pacing around, making last-minute corrections and adjustments. The urge to sneak a peep crawled up on her mind. Upon reconsideration, she decided against it. Let's just wait for the surprise, she concluded.

"Alright," he was back behind her with hands on her waist. She caught a whiff of his tempting perfume. "You can open your eyes," he whispered.

Easily, she opened her eyes to blackness with poor illumination from the moon. On the soft grasses lay a beautiful blanket with a plastic basket filled with cupcakes, a bottle of red wine and two empty glasses.

It was beautiful and thoughtful but not amazing. About to turn back and pretend to be astonished. She heard a click sound and immediately, the whole place lit up. Twinkling lights hung around trees that stood guard around the garden. On the floor, little winking lights were arranged in a manner that said "I love you." Goosebumps engrossed her dark skin. The butterflies returned to her stomach. A blush stained her cheeks. Yeah, a dark-skinned lady blushes too.

She ran to the blanket and sat down, covering her mouth with her hands. "Aaaawwwnnn… this is really beautiful."

"I am glad you like it." He approached her with a radiant smile.

"So, you did all this for me?"

"Yes, baby." He took out the bottle of red wine and placed it on the grass. "To let you know how much I cherish you."

"It is really beautiful," she said, staring up at the sky, pretending she didn't hear the last thing he said.

He laughed and shrugged as he handed her a cupcake and rubber spoon.

"So, I don't get anything back, not even I miss you?"

"No… not until I taste this cake. The cake will help me decide."

His shoulders shook as he laughed. She couldn't help but join him. Despite being nervous, she felt at ease with him, not pretending to be anyone or perfect. She wants to learn more about this person. A guy she could love till the stars fade away.

The Script's "Never seen anything quite like you" suddenly flooded the atmosphere. Playing softly from invisible speakers.

"Awww… that's my favourite song," she said excitedly.

He straightened his immaculate white suit, got to his feet, and extended his hand to her. Curiously, she took it. Again feeling a zap of electricity from his touch.

"You are not going to ask me to dance, right?"

His tiny lips curved into a sexy smile. "I just did."

She shook her head in refusal. Her nervousness returned. "I can't dance. Unless you want me to just melt into the ground."

"Come on... anyone can dance."

"Not me. My body is rigid. They don't move."

"It is not just about moving bodies, my dear. It is our eyes lost in each other, my hands on your waist, yours on my shoulders, our souls interweaving to become one."

She chuckled, "I don't understand any of that shit but alright."

"Alright?" His mouth twitched.

"Alright, I will dance with you." He assisted her in getting to her feet.

Gaze locked, she felt the pressure of his warm palm on her back as her left hand went on his right shoulder. Their free hands met in the air. Together, easily, they swayed their bodies to the music. Their feet in perfect sync to the beat of the song. He knew exactly where to take her. Every moment, every angle seems to be planned in advance. She was floating, literally, and nothing felt forced.

As the song progressed, she relaxed and rested her head on his chest after closing her eyes. A small smile formed on her lips. Everything was perfect. The sweet melody, soft grass under their feet, cold midnight air, the scent of his perfume and the sound of his heartbeat. It all captivated her. She prayed silently it never came to an end.

"Sweetheart," he whispered, their bodies still moving easily.

"Yes..."

"Someone is watching us."

Without taking her head off the comfort of his chest, she asked, "Who?"

"Your roommate," he squeezed her hand slightly.

She opened her eyes to meet Ada, looking down at her. Her forehead creased and eyes narrowed.

"Who were you dancing with?"

Omo sighed and wiped the hair from her face. "It was a dream."

"I know," a vein popped out on her neck. "Was it your boyfriend, the one in Benin?"

"No," Omo faked a smile. "And it is none of your business..."

"Hmmm…you are blushing just talking about it."

"I am not blushing..." The fake smile faded from her face.

"If you say so," she said as she went back to combing her hair in front of the mirror on the wall between their beds.

"This one you are already dressed and looking hot. Where are you headed?"

"The house of God," she removed her gaze from the mirror and placed it on Omo. "Hope you are coming?"

"No," her nose crinkled. "Not today, maybe next Sunday."

"You will be the only one left here because everyone is coming, including Uche."

"Uche will be going?" She beamed.

Ada nodded. "So, are you coming?"

She motioned her shoulders, "Maybe, I will try..."

The corner of Ada's mouth lifts up in a smile of achievement in the mirror before her. "Girls will always be girls," she murmured in her heart.