Lesson #3 & the Scar

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Abebi was waiting for Becket outside of apartment building where she lived. They had arranged to meet there and then head to the park for their lesson and afterwards to the lake so that he could go for a swim. Teaching him Hausa was so much fun. He was such a good student. And she could tell that he enjoyed their lessons as well.

She stood up when she saw his car and hurried to meet him. After they greeted each other with smiles and in Hausa, they were off. They headed straight for the park where they spent two hours reviewing previous lessons and then, she taught him numbers. Then, it was time to go to the lake. While she sat there, marking the quiz she had given him before they had begun their lesson, he removed his clothes. He didn’t go immediately for a swim. Instead, he sat down on the plank beside her with his knees drawn and his arms wrapped around them. “How did I do?” he asked when she was finished.

“You got 100%.”

“That’s great. What will we do next lesson?”

“More nouns and then, verbs.”

“Verbs. That should be interesting.”

“What happened here?” she asked suddenly. Reaching out, she traced the scar with the tip of her index finger. She quickly withdrew it when she heard the sharp intake of his breath. “Does it hurt? I’m sorry.”

“No, it doesn’t hurt,” he said quietly, his eyes fixed on her face. He hadn’t expected her to touch him or his reaction to the touch. “I think I’ll go for that swim now.”

She watched him go. The atmosphere between had changed. What had she done wrong? Maybe she shouldn’t have touched his scar but she had felt compelled to. He said that it didn’t hurt so why did he made that sound as if it had? And the way he looked at her afterwards…it had made both her breath and heartbeat quicken.

Becket swam as far as he could from the plank and then, he stopped, treading the water. As usual, the water felt nice and cool against his skin. He was hot but not only because of the sun which was still hot even though it was evening. He had forgotten all about the bloody scar until she asked him about it. When she touched it, he couldn’t help his reaction. The feel of her finger against his skin had aroused him. And based on her reaction, she had no clue. She thought she had hurt him. It just reminded him of how young and inexperienced she was about men. This was why he could never have her in his apartment.

He thought it was safe for them to be here by the lake but it took extreme self-control not to act on the feelings she aroused in him. His loins were on fire. Not wanting to take advantage of her and the situation, he had summarily risen to his feet and here he was now in the water, trying to cool off.

He stayed in the water for a while and then, he slowly swam back. Abebi handed him his towel after he climbed on to the plank. Their eyes met briefly as he thanked her and she turned away as he began to dry his skin. Five minutes later, he was dressed. “I’ll take you home now,” he said to her, a guarded expression on his face.

Abebi’s heart sank. Slowly, she rose to her feet and followed him to the parking lot. Neither said anything on the way to her home and when they got there, she unfastened the seatbelt. She turned to him. “I’m sorry that I touched your scar,” she said. “I didn’t mean to offend you.”

“There’s really no need for you to apologize and you didn’t offend me. Look, Abebi, you’re young and very inexperienced when it comes to the opposite sex. I know what you did was merely out of curiosity and completely innocent but it did something to me.”

“What did it do?” she asked, confused.

“It aroused me.”

She gulped, her heart and pulse racing now. “It-it did?”

“Yes. Now, I think that it would be best if you and I didn’t go to the lake together anymore. We’ll stick to parks and other public places where we won’t be completely alone.”

“All right.”

He got out of the car and walked around to open her door. As she stepped out, their eyes met. “Sai sannu, Abebi,” he said quietly.

“Sai sannu, Becket,” she replied before she walked past him and towards the entrance of the apartment building. What a dismal ending to what had been a lovely afternoon.

Source: Omniglot

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