The Crying Game

Ch 9

Trey looked at me with the most confused look on his face. I pushed him off of me and grabbed my dress. I put my dress back on and made my plate.  I grabbed my glass of wine and sat at the table. He just stood by the refrigerator looking at me. He was still shirtless and only wearing his briefs.

Miranda: We having dinner or what ( smile)

Trey: Um … Yeah let me just make a plate

Miranda: Ok 

We sat there across from each other neither of us dared to mention what just happened. We just sat there like nothing happened

Trey pov: as I sit here across from her , I try to figure out why she told me no. I mean she was wet I could feel her dripping. And I was hard. We was naked , so what the hell was the problem. Maybe her feelings for me aren’t there. But no they are still there because when she kissed me , I felt it. And I know I wasn’t the only one that felt something. 

Miranda: dinner was great

Trey: im glad 

Miranda: well um.. I better get going . you need help cleaning 

Trey: nah im straight 

Miranda: okay well Ill see you tomorrow night , when I pick up Danielle 

Trey: okay 

Miranda: well I better put my shoes on 

Trey: yeah let me walk you out 

As I put my shoes I know he still wants to know why I stopped us from having sex. The answer is that I couldn’t do that to Anthony again, he already been through enough. 

Miranda: well goodnight ( puts hand out for a hand shake)

Trey: wow a handshake 

Miranda: yeah that is what friends do right 

Trey : no friends do this 

He grabbed me by the fabric of my dress and kissed my lips with so much passion. For a minute it felt like it did back in high school. My first love but now is just a friend. I pushed him off softly when I came back to my senses

Miranda: goodnight