My Upstairs Neighbor

I first heard her before I ever saw her.

Soft footsteps. Slow. Intentional.
Like she knew someone was listening.

The First Time I Saw Her

It was a hot evening. NEPA had just taken light, as usual.

I stepped outside to get fresh air, sweating like mad, when she came down the stairs.

Black shorts. White tank top. Natural hair tied up.

She paused when she saw me.

“Ah… you dey stay here?” she asked, her voice low, almost teasing.

I nodded. “Yeah. Downstairs.”

She smiled small. “I’m upstairs.”

Something about the way she said it…
like it meant more than just location.

Little Things That Didn’t Feel Little

After that day, I started noticing everything.

The way she lingered when we talked.
The way her eyes stayed on mine just a second too long.

Sometimes, she’d pass me and her hand would brush my arm.

“Sorry,” she’d say… but she never looked sorry.

One evening, she knocked on my door.

“I wan borrow something,” she said.

“What?”

She leaned closer. I could smell her perfume—soft, sweet, distracting.

“Your charger.”

But her eyes were not on the charger.

The Night Everything Changed

Rain started suddenly that night.

Heavy. Loud. Trapping her inside my apartment.

We stood there for a moment, both pretending we weren’t aware of how close we were.

“You fit stay small,” I said. “Rain no go stop now.”

She nodded slowly.

“Okay… I go stay.”

We sat. Talked. Laughed.

Then silence came.

Not awkward.

Heavy.

Charged.

Closer Than Before

She shifted closer on the couch.

“Why you dey always look me like that?” she whispered.

“Like how?”

“Like say you wan… do something.”

I smirked. “And if I do?”

She didn’t answer.

Instead, her fingers touched my wrist—light, slow.

My heartbeat picked up instantly.

“You get strong pulse,” she said softly.

“You dey make am race.”

She smiled.

“Good.”

The Tension Builds

The rain got louder.

The room got hotter.

She leaned in just slightly… her lips close to my ear.

“You sabi wait?” she whispered.

I exhaled slowly. “For you? I fit try.”

Her fingers trailed up my arm, slow enough to drive me crazy.

Every touch felt intentional.

Every second stretched.

A Different Kind of Confidence

She pulled back and studied me.

“You don change small,” she said. “More confident.”

I smirked. “Maybe na because I don dey take care of myself well.”

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She bit her lip slightly.

“Hmm. E be like say e dey work.”

I leaned closer.

“You go confirm am yourself.”

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She reached into her small bag.

“I get something too,” she said.

She brought out a small bottle.

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“Ever try am?” she asked.

I shook my head slowly.

She smiled, eyes locked on mine.

“You go like am.”

Her fingers brushed mine as she handed it over.

The contact lingered.

Too long.

Too intentional.

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Right Before Everything Happens…

The rain slowed.

But neither of us moved.

Her face was inches from mine now.

Her breath warm.

Her lips slightly parted.

“Make I go?” she whispered… but she didn’t stand.

I leaned in just a little.

“If you go now…”

She held her breath.

“…you no go sleep.”

She smiled.

“Who say I wan sleep?”

🔥 Cliffhanger

She stood up slowly… then turned back.

“Tomorrow night,” she said softly.

“Come upstairs.”

Then she left.

And I didn’t sleep.

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