Lost In Your Love [ ON HOLD.]

7.

Aubrey ||

Because I left y'all with that lil cliffhanger and felt bad. 🙂

By the way, I'm dropping a couple of hints. Foreshadowing whateva y'all wanna call it. Pay attention. Excuse my mistakes. 🙃

The car pulled up my drive way before we made a complete stop. Chris looked over at me before biting the side of his mouth. Chris got out the car and opened my door. He walked me to my front door. "How's your jaw feelin'?"

"Well. Considering I just hit it a few minutes ago, it still hurts like hell."

"Shut that sarcastic shit up." He lightly pushed me. I chuckled staring at him. "Push me again punk." He grabbed my face with both of his hands turning it every way he wanted to. He was looking it over. His jaw clenched.

"You don't understand my urge to run back to the party and stomp ole dude in his face until his skull cracks." He calmly stated. He touched the bruise on my jaw. "Don't move." He exhaled deeply before kissing it softly. I felt my heart dropped. Aww shit. I done got a kiss on my jaw and I don't know how to act. "I feel so bad for hitting you." He confessed licking his lips.

I bit my lip thinking about what happened.

Things were getting intense between Chris and I, I just had to leave. If I had to be honest with you, I would tell you that I liked Chris. I wanted to lay the lips on him introduce him to a new world. But I didn't. He had a girlfriend and he just considered me as a friend. Nothing more nothing less.

When we first entered the house the music was just - man it was all that in there. You couldn't step a foot out the house and say you didn't have the time of your life. He pulled a blunt from behind his ear, lighting it. He started grinding to the beat and let me tell you! Lord have mercy on me. Be a fence. I have morals. Well, at least now I do. I dug in my pocket and pulled out everything I had. A lint, a penny, and a small picture of my parents.

"Is that the best you can do?" He laughed.

  "That's all I had."The laughter died down. We were staring right at each other not making any movements.

Everything would've been different if he was single. I've known Chris for a while now and it's safe to say that I know him, I know everything about him. I feel like I could be myself is what I'm tryna say. I could let out a burp or a
fart and we'd laugh it off. He's the first person to never judge me off of my looks.

We were playing around, dancing on each other. My mouth is so dry. "I'll be right back JoJo." He nodded. I had to dance my way towards the kitchen. I took up a can of Pepsi and opened it. I must've finished it off in 2-3 gulps.

Damn. Is that what moisture feels like?

"Damn, you must be deep throat." I heard a deep voice behind me. I turned around and sized him up. It's not even worth it. "Pssh." I shook my head and walked out the kitchen. After I used the bathroom and washed my hands, I went back in the kitchen to grab myself a piece of chicken from the Popeyes boxes they had in here.