Consequences

10.

Hazel

Feeling August's hands run through my hair and fingertips come in contact with my scalp, I wake up to the soothing feeling but allow my eyes to stay shut. He always wakes me up with a head massage whenever he sleeps over at my place, and as soon as I open my eyes he stops. The pleasure I once feel and grow to love stops all together and I only long to want to feel that sensation once more. I want this time to be different. I'll bask in it for as long as it takes because Lord knows this man gives some fire massages.

"I know you're woke." He mumbles in his morning voice.

Opening my eyes slowly, I glance up at him to see his eyes still closed, covered by his right arm. Feeling my glare, he opens his left eye and looks down at me before closing it again.

"How did you know I wasn't still sleep?" I ask with a yawn.

"Because you always do that lil jump in your sleep when you just waking up." He says before dropping his arm from his face. "You did a lil one this time but I was still able to feel it."

"You think you know me?" I joke, furrowing my eyebrows.

"I do actually."

"Yeah, I know. I just didn't want you to stop."

"Rubbing your head?" He questions with a hint of surprise in his voice before I nod my head against his chest. "You know you could've just asked me, right?"

I shrug my shoulders in my defense and allow my hand to glide over the skin on his chest as he continues to rub my head. The feeling is amazing, which brings me to close my eyes and relax, causing me to feel everything ten times more.

"Oh, my God. August that feel so good."

Feeling his fingertips detach from my flesh, I bargain with him until he gives in and gives me another five minute massage. When he's done, he makes me sit up and come to terms with reality before I get the chance to bribe him again.

Sitting on the brim of the bed, I allow my legs to hang off the side while I gather my thoughts. Looking around the room, it's honestly decorated like I thought it would be and definitely more clean than I would've imagined. Boys are terrible at keeping stuff clean, and I won't bring all of them into it because it's honestly a select few who participate in being clean, but majority of them don't even know what lysol wipes looks like.

We were about to head out last night and go check into a hotel nearby, but once Ms. Shiela heard of our plans, she insisted on us staying here with her. She said she has the room, and after a few back and forths from her and August, we ended up staying and will stay for all of our nights here. She said she had the room for it, and with August's old bedroom being available, she had more than enough room.

Getting up from the bed, I gather my things from my suitcase and go to the bathroom to start my morning routine, which consists of showering and brushing my teeth. When I'm done, I head back to the room and dispose of everything. I then make my way down the stairs and towards the kitchen to find Ms. Shiela. I promised I'd help with whatever else she had to cook since we knew August either wouldn't be woke or wouldn't help.

"Good morning, Ms. Shiela." I make my presence known, playing with the hem of my oversized basketball shorts.

"Good morning, baby."

"What you cookin now?" I ask walking in further to get a glimpse.

"The potato salad and then I'm done. My son Travis gon be over in a lil while so that he can barbecue."

"Oh okay."

"I know I said I'd let you help me, but I heard you and Aug up there laughing past two in the morning so I knew you wouldn't be awake when I was. I figured y'all needed some sleep." She admits, turning towards me with a small smile as she wipes her hands with a piece of napkin. "There's not really much you can do now, but if you wanna still help, then you can stir up those pots for me."