March 22, 2014 - 12:00 am .
India Westbrooks .
I was shocked. I kept my lips still for a second before finally kissing him back. Somehow, we both stood up and he pulled me closer to him. He squeezed my ass, causing me to moan slightly. He took that as a chance to enter his tongue in my mouth. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I began to suck on his tongue. We kissed for a bit longer before pulling away and regaining our breath.
" Whoa. " I mumbled more to myself. I'd never kissed a boy like that. The most I ever did was a peck.
Chris furrowed his eyebrows as he took a few steps away from me.
" I- I need to leave. " He didn't look at me as he scurried back into the house.
I touched my lips. I had just kissed Chris Brown. I felt honored yet agitated. He was playing with my feelings and I didn't like it.
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" Is that Chris's jacket? " Bre asked, eying me. I shrugged, nodding my head yes. Before she could speak, I told her I wasn't in the mood to talk about it.
" Well, the party is wining down. I'm ready to go home and cuddle with my babies. " Brooke told us. Morgan and Crystal agreed.
I was ready to leave too. "Okay, I'll meet yall at the car, I'm gonna say bye to Aug and give this jacket back. "
They nodded, heading towards the front door. I hopped up the steps bumping into August.
" Just the person I was looking for. "
August chuckled. " Wassup baby girl? "
" Imma head home now. Too much partying for a youngin' like me. "
" I knew you couldn't hang. " He shook his head, smirking.
" Yeah, yeah. " I playfully rolled my eyes, poking his forehead. I thought about telling him what I just told Chris but decided to wait.
"See your lil' ass gone get slammed fucking wit' me. " He jokingly said.
I laughed. "We'll see. Bye Auggie. " I stood on my tippy toes, pecking his cheek.
I heard him say something about that gay ass nickname but I ignored him, scurrying up the steps. I furrowed my eyebrows once I hit Chris's hallway. There was so many rooms, I had no idea which was his. I heard music playing so I just shrugged and headed in that area.
I found the room and pushed it open. I heard Drake playing and knew it couldn't have been Chris. I stepped inside, looking around.
It wasn't his room, it seemed more like a guest room. No one was in here so I looked around. I found the radio and changed the station. Chris's old song 'You' came on.
" Oh my god. This was my shit." I mumbled to myself. I began singing along. I playfully began to start rolling my body. The couple sips of patron I had was catching up to me and I was a little tipsy. I closed my eyes, hming the melody.
" What the f- " I heard Chris's voice causing me to jump. He stepped out of what I assumed was a bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. He must have just gotten out of the shower.
" Oh, u-um I just c-came to drop off t-the jacket you gave me." I was stuttering like a fool.
" Oh. " He walked past me rummaging through drawers. He pulled out some basketball shorts and slid them on. I guess he was gonna be freeballing.
