Chapter 14

RULE #13: ACCEPT CHANGE. CHANGE IS GOOD.

Presh

He unbuttons his shirt methodically while I wait awkwardly by my car. I can't take my eyes off his thick fingers as they slip each tiny button through the hole. Underneath his shirt is a white cotton T-shirt that fits him so snugly I can make out the shape of his chest.

Yoh, Presh. His chest? You're staring at the man—

"Pop the bonnet for me," he says, and my mouth goes dry.

"Huh?"

"The bonnet, Precious. I need to reach the battery."

"Oh," I stammer, rushing to the driver's side to find the catch Amahle showed me last time we had to do this. It pops, and when I look up through the window, I see that Musa has completely removed his long-sleeved shirt and draped it over the top of his car. I find myself staring at the heavy weight of his shoulders, marvelling at how much more muscular he looks without the work clothes on, until he pulls open the bonnet and blocks my view.

He's such a — excuse the cliché — man. Not quite dad enough, but still so much older than me that I find it strange to even look at him like this. And to think I kissed him.

And a couple of hours ago, I was rubbing my foot against his impressive erection while he massaged my feet. God, what is happening? This is all getting out of hand, but I almost don't want it to stop.