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When I woke up the following morning, it felt like I was about to throw up & I had the worst headache from my hangover.
Other than going to a party with Des, Nova, and Sam, I can't even recall anything the previous night.
Just about everything was a complete blur.
"Where am I at...?" As I scanned the room to see if anything looked familiar, I thought to myself.
I felt something heavy resting on top of me as soon as I attempted to sit up in the bed.
I was hella confused because, Brooklyn Monáe Banks did not have a nigga!
Not I!
"Did I— No, I couldn't have..." I started to overthink & complain to myself. "I was drunk... But not that drunk!"
In order to see what was underneath, I quickly pulled away the blankets that were resting on top of me. And lo and behold, Seven was revealed underneath.
His arms kept me in place and his head laid directly on my belly.
Not finna lie, it was a great feeling, but I still remember him spending the previous day with another girl.
That just ain't sit right with me.... At all.
Just a few hours ago, he was doing something unknown with a girl, and now he's being up under me.
No, ma'am.... No ham.... & no turkey! Actually, hell yeah, on the turkey!
Rising from the bed, I snatched my phone, which was connected to the charger on the nightstand
"At least he charged my phone.... I guess." I voiced to myself.
Ion give a damn if I woke him up or not! To be honest, I was hoping he actually did.
My head hurt so badddd.
I went into the room's connected bathroom and sat on the toilet, scrolling through Instagram stories.
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