One Hundred and Twenty Three

Nonso felt that he was beginning to fall in love with Gift.

Each day with her was a different mystery to solve. He could never get enough of her and he wondered if she would ever lose her mystery where he was concerned.

Her love for lox and bold expression of it always kept him captivated and interested. Keeping him yearning for more. No other woman had ever made him feel quite this way.

He still had to find out alot about her anyways before he could finally decide if he would have her completely as his or not.

He still marvelled on how he had been able to win her over from Chikodi his friend though she had been with him first. But that was fate, he believed.

He patted her on the back and looked into her eyes.

Her eyes were wistful and he felt affection for her wash over him yet again.