Strawberry Sweet

.Oh No... Did We...?.

🍓Chapter Twenty: Oh No... Did We...?🍓

🍓Strawberry Sweet 🍓

.Nichole.
With his lips close to mine and our breaths mixing I can't help it when he puts his hand over my cheek and caresses my skin with is thumb, that I close my eyes and lean into his touch.

"Nichole... I think I-" BEEP BEEP, BEEP BEEP, BEEP BEEP.

Oh my god. My head pounds with no mercy and I reach my hand out of the bed subconsciously to slap my alarm. It turns off just like I had expected... but what I had not expected was the voice that follows after.

"Good morning, princess"

"What the fuck!" I screech and land on my bedroom floor with a thud.

"Woah, what's the matter?" Drake asks leaning over the bed to look at me with concerned eyes.

"What's the... what's the matter?!" I scream looking down at my body. I cover my chest with my hands and pull my knees to my chest. "I'm naked, that's what's the matter!"

"You're not naked, Nichole" he laughs out. "You have... what is that?" He asks.

"Hey, fuck you, okay? My granny bra is fucking great" I curse at him, probably one time to many. "Don't make fun of it." I hmph out and pout looking anywhere but at Drake.

"Albeit, you're not naked. Calm down" he uncovers himself and gets up, off of the bed.

"Oh my god!" I yell out, covering my eyes. "Did you get a boner because of me?!"

He looks down and chuckles when he realizes what I'm talking about. "It's called 'morning wood' princess. It has nothing to do with you. I promise" He assures me. I'm not gonna lie. I would have been feeling smug if I had given him one. Especially after the whole 'you dont turn me on' comment.

"Well... can you do something about it?" I ask.

"Yeah, I'll just take a cold shower" he shrugs. "Where is your bathroom?" He asks before opening my bathroom door. "Never mind, I found it" he smirks and before he disappears into the bathroom I get one last glimpse of him in his boxers. His back is really defined and he has broad shoulders. His abs are -I'm sure- hard as rocks and his biceps are huge. I feel bad for the next guy that gets into a fight with him.

"The towels are on the top shelf!" I yell out.

"Found em!" He shouts back. The sound of the faucet fills the room, leaving me all alone with my thoughts.

Just what the hell happened last night?

Did Drake and I...

Oh god. Just the thought of it makes me blush to my bones.

Oh please, as if, Nichole. He would never like you in that way.

I cringe at my subconscious.

I decide to stop thinking for a bit and I crawl back into bed and pull the covers over me.

Before I know it my mind shuts down letting me fall into a familiar lucid dream...

"Nichole? Did you hear what I said?" Drakes voice echos throughout the black obyss that surrounds us.

I furrow my eyebrows in confusion.

"Drake?" I ask reaching out to touch him.

As soon as my fingers reach him he vanishes into thin air.