Chapter 8: Caught in the Open
The cold water cascaded down Tobi's body, washing away the heat of the club, the tension of the night, but not the thoughts that plagued him. Dayo. Lagos. Tomorrow.
His hands braced against the tiled wall as the water streamed over him. His body was tense, aching for something more than just memories.
Would it feel the same when they saw each other again? Would Dayo still look at him like he was the only thing in the world?
A deep sigh left his lips as he reached for the soap, trying to ground himself in the present. But then—
The bathroom door swung open.
"Tobi, abeg hurry—"
Chike's voice cut off abruptly.
Tobi froze. His heart stopped.
Chike was standing there, eyes wide, mouth slightly open. Staring.
For a moment, neither of them moved. The only sound was the steady splash of water against the tiles.
Then—Chike blinked, shook his head quickly, and turned away, rubbing his hand over his face. "Omo, my bad! I no know say you still dey inside."
Tobi grabbed a towel, his pulse hammering. "Chike, what the hell?!"
"Na mistake, na mistake!" Chike's voice was rushed, too casual. Too forced.
Tobi wrapped the towel around his waist and stepped out of the shower. Chike was leaning against the wall, avoiding eye contact, his fingers rubbing the back of his neck.
A silence stretched between them, awkward and heavy.
Chike cleared his throat. "Uh… you good?"
Tobi narrowed his eyes. "Do I look good?"
Chike chuckled, but it was nervous. He wasn't looking at Tobi's face.
Tobi exhaled sharply, stepping past him. He had known Chike wasn't exactly shy about things like this—he made dirty jokes all the time—but this… this was different.
Chike had looked.
And not like someone who had just walked in on a friend by mistake.
Something flickered in Chike's expression when Tobi turned to him again. Something unreadable.
But then, just as quickly, Chike smirked. "Omo, see as you dey vex. No be say I never see naked man before."
Tobi scoffed. "You're an idiot."
"An idiot wey go still sleep for this same room with you." Chike laughed, but the tension hadn't fully left his face.
Tobi shook his head, grabbing his phone from the table. His conversation with Dayo was still on the screen. Are you serious? Then come.
His chest tightened.
Whatever just happened with Chike was not his problem.
Tomorrow, he would be in Lagos.
Tomorrow, he would be with Dayo.
And nothing else would matter.