Chapter Fifty-Three: Ayanda's Bombshell

"You are playing a dangerous game." her expression was coy as she flipped her long dreads over her shoulder. With cautious eyes, I watched as she paced around my room, her hands stuffed in the pockets of her baggy sweatpants. Ayanda picked up a pair of jeans that laid discarded on the floor and tossed them to the top of the pile on the bed with an annoyed huff, further letting me know how she felt. I stayed quiet, distracting myself with the clothes I was folding. "You have nothing to worry about." I assured her, feigning disinterest.