Hold U Down

Chapter 7|Swisher Sweet

Chapter 7
Swisher sweet

"August." "August." "Aug." "Anthony." I tried waking him some more, but he was knocked out.

I slightly tugged on his chin hair, "August please wake up."

He didn't budge.

For the next five minutes I tried to wake him up, nothing worked. Finally I give up and lay my head back on his chest. Somehow I ended up laying on top of him, he was fast asleep with his arms wrapped tightly around my waist.

I frown and twist my lips to the side, what am I gonna do?

He stirs a little and I look up at him, resting my chin on his chest. He opens his mouth and I assume he's gonna say something but what came out next erased my thoughts completely.

"Oh shit." He moans, my eyes widen and I cover my mouth trying not to laugh. The fuck?

I smirk and stare at him, is this nigga having a wet dream?

His grip on my hips tighten, okay this shit is starting to hurt.

"Mmm damn baby just like that."

I can't hold my laughter in any longer and I bust out laughing.

His eyes open wide and he looks confused, he looks down at my position on his chest and smiles. "Good morning best friend." He kisses my forehead. I scrunch my face up, ain't used a lick of toothpaste and wanna kiss me, just like a nigga.

"Good morning, did you have a good dream?" I smirk.

He furrows his eyebrows, "What you mean?" He asks.

"That lil wet dream you were just having." I raise an eyebrow.

He pulls his bottom lip into his mouth, "Believe whatever you want ma." He says, I can feel him against my leg, nigga ain't fooling anybody. "Why you layin on me like this ?" He asks, smirking.

I roll my eyes "Maybe cause your clingy ass wanna cuddle in your sleep." I say, raising an eyebrow.

He looks down and notices his arms wrapped tightly around my waist, he gives me a silly smile and slowly loosens his grip. "My bad best friend." He says.

I roll my eyes and roll off of him onto the bed.

He sits up and leans against the headboard, I pull my lips into my mouth trying to hide my smile.

He has no idea.

He scratches his head and yawns, looking down. He stops mid yawn "Fuck." He hisses lowly. He looks up and I turn away quickly, biting my lip.

He gets up from the bed, "Uh ima hop in the shower real quick." He says, quickly walking into the bathroom.

"Make sure the water is cold!" I shout over the water as he turns on the shower.

"Fuck you!" He laughs.

I giggle to myself as I search for the remote. Once I find it I cut on the Tv and surf through the channels. I settle on BET when I see that "The parkers" is on.

After ten minutes of watching my show I get the sudden urge to pee really bad. I frown, realizing he's still in the bathroom.

I wait a few minutes to see if the urge would go away but it didn't. I sigh and Get up from the bed, walking over to the bathroom door, I knock on it.

"Yeah?" He shouts over the water.

"I have to pee!" I shout back.

"Come in." I can just hear the smirk in his voice.