Megan
Shawn kisses my half-awake ass as he takes my bag in the dark. I don't complain about the darkness at all because I don't need brightness at this hour. I just want to get to sleep and rest for the night. My entire being is calling to the bed. It does so loudly too.
I took a trip with my friends Kehlani, her daughter Lilith, Christiana, and Ámala to California. We all wanted a little getaway and thought to go to the beach and hang around the overrated attractions they have over there. It was also a way for us to get together again because college and work split us up for a while.
I made it back home barely fallin asleep at the wheel.
Shawn jumps in front of me. I roll my eyes and shake my head finding a way to get him out of my damn way.
"Hold up, baby." He talks quietly putting his hand on my chest trying to get me to slow and quiet down. "Hol' on, hol' on, hol' on."
I push him away searching for our warm bed, "Nuh uh, Shawn."
My nose scrunches and eyes close to keep his phone light from hurting my eyes and a reaction to the weed I smell. Honestly, I don't see why he doesn't invest in Ozium. Clears the smells right up.
I take my top off and try to lose my sweatpants too.
"You 'bout to fall."
And I do. He snickers and it makes every cell in me annoyed. Sometimes I hate how future-seeing he thinks he is. Since I'm tired I just don't bother. He gathers me in his arms and helps my shoes off.
I lose consciousness by the time I collapse on the bed.
He scoots my legs onto the bed and joins me in bed wrapping his long ass limbs around me.
A few hours later (I assume), I feel presences in the room, a flashlight in my face and the clicks of several weapons. I open my eyes to see this nigga just left me. There were no other words, I just got snatched up by the cops and went with them quietly.
