Shut the fuck up

“I'll drop you off at home.” His voice jerked me out of the thoughts that was swirling in my head.

Since our ordeal the other time, I've not had it in me to sleep at all. I could not close my eyes talk less sleep.

“What?”

“You have made it a habit of making me repeat what I say right?” He replied me.

“Oh. Sorry. But I can get myself home by myself.” I said to him. I was already planning on doing so before he said it. I stood up from the bed ignoring his presence and made my way to the bathroom. Needing to wash my face and put myself in order before I left.

I felt much more better than I was throughout the whole of yesterday. Only God knows what he gave to me. But whatever it is, I really appreciated it. It was like I as never sick. I sighed as I threw water on my face. After I was done with that, I threw my hair up in a messy bun.

It was strange how I was not shy around the man to say the least. There should be this level of shyness where I should feel like he should not see my