In Front of the Mic

Chapter Seventeen: No Type

Tiffani POV:

I woke up still wrapped in Chris's arms. I was facing him, I felt kinda weird just staring at him... But I couldn't help it. I mean he's so damn cute with his freckles and the way he sorta has his mouth open.

I placed one hand on his cheek and stroked it with my thumb, but he didn't wake up. So eventually I got bored and I tried to get out of bed, but instead he held me tighter.

"Don't leave me, I need you."

He mumbled while he was still asleep. I smiled and kissed his forehead.

"I won't... I promise."

I stared at him just a little bit longer to make sure he was sleep... Of course he was, his lazy ass. I pecked him on his lips and he didn't move... I had to double check before I did this.

"I... um... I love you."

I laid there as my heart began pounding. I don't know why I'm so nervous. I've never felt this way about anyone, I guess I'm just scared I'll mess things up. Chris finally rolled over on his back, letting me go in the process. I got out of bed and went through his drawers to get some clothes. I found an orange and black OHB hoodie and some black sweatpants. I have a few of my own clothes here, but his are SOOO much more comfortable. I picked out a bra, socks and some panties from the other drawer and went to take a shower. After I got out I brushed my teeth and put my hair in a sideways fishtail braid and threw on some light natural makeup. Now I can go fuck with Chris!

I ran in the room... But it was empty. Where the hell did this caution sign looking ass nigga go? I walked in a little further and fell to the ground. Well... by that I mean Chris fucking TACKLED me!

"What the fuck Chris!! Get off me, you're heavy as fuck."

"Nuh uh you can't get mad. I saw you run in here... You were tryna get me first. So technically I was protecting myself."

He said while helping me up.

"You can't prove it. So technically you assaulted me."

"What are you gonna do. Have me arrested?"

I shot him a look and stomped out the door. He didn't even have to say that. He just pissed me off all over again. He followed me.

"What? Too soon? Baby... I'm sorry. I was just tryna make you laugh."

"Well you ended up looking like an asshole and pissing me off. Thank you."

I walked into the kitchen and got a glass out of the cupboard. Chris came up and grabbed me from behind. He started pressing CJ on my butt and grinding on me. Damn, I love it when he does this, but I gotta be mad now. Don't you ever be feeling like this?

"Chris, stop before I punch you in yo shit."

He put his head in my neck and started kissing it. Ugh I hate that he knows just what to do to calm me down.

"Stop flexing. I see you smiling through the glass on the cabinet. Now, let's go back to the bedroom real quick and let me make you really happy."

"Chris... Stahhhhhhhhp. I don't wanna go back to the room." I whined.

He started nibbling my ear lobe, but quickly stopped and turned me around.

"Oh you wanna do it in here. You a freak baby... I like that."

He picked me up and put me on the counter. He kissed me deeply yet passionately as his hands traveled up my sweatshirt and under my bra. I pulled him in closer and took off his shirt. He was about to take mine off... Until I heard his phone ringing from the room.