BETRAYAL

Chapter 8

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Chapter 8

To accept defeat

Deandre looked up from his stack of pancakes to see Natasha playing with her food, an unreadable expression on her face. She forked her eggs, and stared down at her plate dreamily. A smile crept up on her face as she remembered her dream, however much of a dream it was. She wish it'd been real, and she wished it had lasted just a little bit longer.

She wondered if he would've pulled away from her, if he'd touch her back....

"Tash, wassup?" He asked, and she jumped at the sound of his voice. He looked at her, asking through his facial expression what the hell was wrong with her. She looked at him. He was so damn handsome! She noticed a little bit of syrup on his lip, and without thinking, she reached over the table, and thumbed his lip, wiping it off, and sticking her thumb in her mouth.

Deandre's mouth opened slightly at the gesture. She didn't even know how erotic it was, and how much of an affect she had on him. He cleared his throat, and returned to his pancakes. Natasha blushed, but didn't regret it. The syrup was a little bit sweeter coming from his lips.

"Dre, when did you fall asleep? Like, what were we doing?" She asked, studying his face.

"When I got in the bed. Duh." He lied, or not. He thought he had dreamed of Natasha touching him, tempting him the way she did. Running her soft hands over his body, igniting a flame only she could. He thought he dreamed of her small hand wrapped around his dick, her lips on his neck, and her soft hands caressing his chest, but no, he'd been awake, and couldn't handle it. He got out the bed, and took a cold shower, slipping on his same clothes.

Natasha narrowed her eyes at him, he was awake. So, how did he get out of bed if she'd been awake the whole time? Maybe she'd exaggerated it in her mind. Either way, she was confused, but overall she came to the realization that she wanted her best friend, and she was going to get him, but it was all up to him. She needed him to make the first move, and she wouldn't hesitate to follow his lead.

"Mhm, okay." She mumbled, and took a bite of her eggs.

"Why, wassup, ma?" He asked curiously, wondering if she'd heard him dreaming about her.

She smiled shaking her head, letting his imagination decide what that meant. He raised his eyebrow, and they continued their breakfast making little conversation, both of them thinking about the other.

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"I should go." Deandre sighed, walking Natasha up the steps.

"Why?" She pouted, unlocking the door.

"I mean-"

"Is it hot to you?" Natasha asked, taking off the sweater she threw on, leaving her in her braless beater, not to mention see through. Deandre looked up and couldn't find any words. She smiled knowing he was liking what he saw, so she stepped it up a notch.

"It's so hot." She mumbled, walking to the kitchen, dropping her sweatpants, now leaving her in the ridiculously short orange shorts that could pass for underwear. Taking a deep breath, Deandre laid across the couch.

"It's a lil hot, now that you mentioned it." He said, playing along, and taking off his shirt. Natasha walked out the kitchen with a glass of water, and almost dropped it, seeing him shirtless, only in his basketball shorts that hung lowly around his waist.

"Damn." She whispered, admiring his physique. His chest was solid, and housed a nice 6-pack, and some tattoos here and there. He was damn fine!

Taking a sip of the water in a shaky hand, Natasha felt some of the cold liquid fall out the side of her mouth, and Deandre turned his head, watching the droplet of water travel down her cheek, to her neck, and onto her shirt. He licked his lips, wishing that was his tongue running down her body. He shook his thoughts, and sighed loud enough for Natasha to hear.