A fire Between Us

Chapter 6: A Fire Between Us

The club was alive with pulsing music, neon lights cutting through the haze of sweat and alcohol. Tobi wasn't sure how Chike had convinced him to come, but here he was, pressed against the bar, nursing a drink he barely sipped.

His mind was a storm—Dayo's message, the heat of his touch, the memory of nights spent whispering against each other's skin.

"Tobi!" Chike's voice cut through the music. He appeared beside him, grinning. "You've been standing here like a statue. Come dance!"

"I don't dance," Tobi muttered.

Chike raised a brow. "Everyone dances." Without waiting for an answer, he grabbed Tobi's wrist and pulled him toward the crowd.

Bodies pressed together, the bass vibrating through the floor. Tobi resisted at first, but then—he let go. The rhythm took over, the energy contagious. His hips moved, his body swayed, and for the first time in days, he wasn't thinking.

Until he felt someone behind him.

A warm body, firm hands skimming his waist. He tensed—but then, the touch lingered. Gentle. Testing. Familiar.

Tobi turned, breath catching in his throat.

The man was tall, broad-shouldered, his dark eyes heavy with intent. Sweat glistened on his skin under the flashing lights.

Tobi swallowed. He should step back. He should walk away.

But he didn't.

Instead, he let the man's hands settle on his hips, guiding his movements. Their bodies fit together, heat rising between them. Tobi's breath hitched as a hand skimmed up his arm, fingers tracing his jaw, tilting his face slightly.

His pulse roared.

Then—his phone vibrated in his pocket.

Dayo.

The spell shattered.

Tobi jerked away, breath unsteady, heart hammering. "I—I need air," he muttered, pushing through the crowd.

Outside, the night was cooler, the music muffled behind the club walls. He leaned against a wall, chest heaving.

His hands trembled as he pulled out his phone.

Dayo: I can't stop thinking about you.

Tobi let out a shaky breath, staring at the words. Inside that club, in the arms of a stranger, he had felt something—a spark, a distraction. But nothing could erase the truth.

Dayo wasn't just a thought in his head. He was a fire in his blood.

And no matter how far Tobi ran, he was already burning.