Chapter Twenty-One

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"Fergie, wake up." I softly shake Fergie's shoulder.

He has been knocked out for a few hours. As much as I would love to stay over, it is getting late and I should go home. I told my mama that I was over a friend's house, so it is not like I'll get in trouble. I don't think that Fergie's parents would appreciate me staying over without their permission. They've known me for a while, but I don't even know if they know that their son and I have something going on. It would be highly disrespectful to take advantage of this situation.

"Huh, what?" He pops up out of his sleep.

"Chill." I chuckle and he rolls his eyes.

"You just woke me up." He groans.

"Yeah, I did because it's getting late. You gotta take me home." I look at the time on my phone. It's almost eleven; that'll soon turn to twelve. I don't want to pass any boundaries here.

"What time is it?" He sighs, throwing his body back against the bed.

"Almost eleven."

"Tatianna, why don't you just stay the night?" He turns his head and looks at me.

"Because." I say.

"Because what?" He laughs. His voice is still hoarse from sleeping; it's raw and very attractive.

"I don't know." I giggle.

"You do know. I know you. Tell me what you're really thinking."  He takes me by surprise and pulls me by the waist. He sits me on top of his body, legs on either side of his waist. I awkwardly place my hands on his chest, not really knowing what to do with them.

"I guess I just don't wanna get on your nerves or push any boundaries. Like will your parents care if I stay? Do they even know about us? Whatever 'us' is." I sigh.

"Tatianna," he licks his lips and softly squeezes my hips, "you could never get on my nerves. I love being around you. I wouldn't have asked you to come over if I didn't feel like being in your company. As far as my parents, I'm sure they put two and two together. They haven't come in here yet to kick you out, they probably won't."

First of all, his touch drives me crazy. It is to the point where I can't think straight. I'm in utter bliss when I'm around him, like nothing else matters. I enjoy being around him so much. There is no other way to explain how much he affects me in a positive way. The butterflies erupt in my stomach, sending a fluttery feeling throughout my body. I guess it won't hurt to stay the night. I didn't want to leave in the first place; I just assumed that he was getting tired of me and I didn't want to break any rules. Now that I know that I have nothing to worry about, I don't mind spending the night.

"Okay, I'll stay." I smile.

"Perfect." He smiles.

"I like your smile." I blurt out. "It's nice. I don't think I ever told you that."

"Thanks." He smiles even harder. "Wanna know what I like about you?"

"What?"

"Your personality. How you tend to see the good in people, even when they don't deserve it. You're a good person. I admire that." He says seriously.

"Thanks, Fergie." I nod my head.

"You're welcome." He squeezes my hips again. His touch is so simple, yet enticing. "Wanna know what else I like about you?"

"What?" I smile.

"That birthmark on your left boob." He smirks.

"Boy, I should smack you!" I laugh.

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