Chapter 4

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Cecily P.O.V.

August is so... GAWD. I've never seen someone so fine my life. Nothing compares to him, Jesus thank you. I need to erase these thoughts he's my brother now, according to the government. After August and the boys left I decided on cleaning up the house cause I know mama is at work right now. I got in the shower and played some music. 1+1 ended up coming on. For somebody who barely talks I was pretty good at singing, like really good. After the incident last year I just sang. Sad songs, happy songs, love songs, almost any and everything. I was in the shower for a good 2 hours just singing. My boo came on. And while I was singing it I could've sworn I heard somebody singing too. I peeked out of the curtains to see August sitting on the sink singing Usher's part. For some reason I didn't even scream I just listened to his soothing voice. And kept washing up. I turned the shower off and that's when I heard the door open. Most likely August leaving so he wouldn't see me in my birthday suit. I got dressed and headed out the bathroom only to see a smiling August sitting at the edge of his bed. I just blushed. I don't know why, but he can really make a girl blush. Fuck I mean I don't know why, NIGGA I KNOW WHY. I MEAN HE'S FINE ASF' AND A GENTLEMEN WHAT MORE COULD YOU NEED IN A NIGGA TO MAKE YOU BLUSH? I really want to talk but then again I don't know. I turned off my light as we both climbed into our beds. "By the way, you have a nice voice." I said out of no where. He sat up and turned on the light with a suprised face. "Oh so now you talking to me." I chuckled. "Like you said It's gonna be hard not talk to a nigga like me." He laughed as I mocked him. "You got a cute voice, and a beautiful singing voice too ma." His accent sent chills down my spine. I guess he saw me shift. "You alright?" I laughed. "Yeah it's just kind of cold in here." "Here take my blanket." I smiled. "Thank you Aug." "No problem shawty." Those were the last three words I was replaying in my head before I went to sleep.

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