“What has come into you?” You. “Answer me! Why are you doing this?” Does he really want to hear what I have to say? I peeled off my shoes, kicked them aside, and went ahead to remove my earrings. “Everyone here knows you have been frolicking about unabashedly. You have decided to trade your shame for what?” He got me confused there…what exactly was he angry about? The fight? The dance? The frolicking with the other men? Or all of them? I dropped the earrings on the table and went for the front zipper of my jumpsuit. With my back on him, I started taking off my clothes from the shoulders. “Look at me, damn it. Muyiwa, look at me when I am talking to you.” And I did. With my jumpsuit down to my waist, my breasts freed from the bra that previously caged them, I turned to face him - ready to give him a piece of my mind. It was a mistake. A terrible, sweet one. “Goddamn it.” He drew me to himself, crushing his mouth to mine in a kiss that tasted of alcohol and bitter frustration
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