Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
A pillow struck his face the next morning, waking him and he lifted his head slowly. His tired eyes fell upon the gray fuzzy socks before cruising up the brown long legs until her mid-thigh and the boxers stopped there. The further he looked, he saw only a peak of her lower with the baby wrap carrier covering the rest of her flat stomach; Valero asleep against her chest. His gaze found her blank face, staring down at him.
Troy exhaled, raising up and his glance downward he noticed he was just rocking a towel around his waist. "W..." His voice released hoarse and his throat dry. He harrumphed. "I don't have my clothes? I'm all in a towel and shit."
Courtney held her mug on him. She chose up last night—letting him inside over letting him drive off—solely off the fact he had been drinking and she didn't want him to drive anymore. At least that was what she wanted to convince herself when a huge part of her just wanted his presence near her, even if it was on the ground floor and on the couch.
"Because you were complaining about being hot; sweaty and shit. You took a cold shower and went to sleep." She recalled to him, taking a seat across from him. He felt her hard stare and looked up at her.
"What fuck you staring at me like for?"
"You really gonna sit up here and act like nothing happened—" she started just to be interrupted.
"You really wanna talk bout this in front of Valero now? That's the parental decision you making right now?"
"Don't fucking judge me, and make me feel like the bad guy. You cheated on me, Troy."
"Okay... so now what?"
"How long you been fucking her?"
"Co..." His dry throat made him pause. "Can I at least get some water? You asking me this bullshit."
Courtney frowned, disliking the energy he was giving her. "Why are you being such a asshole to me? If you don't want me anymore, Troy, say that shit."
"Don't start that shit; I'm dealing wit allat shit right now."
"And I am the cause of that? I'm dealing with my boyfriend cheating on me and he couldn't care less."
"Because what the fuck can I do to take it back? Un-fuck her?" he chuckled, although he held a scowl. "I did it. . It's done. . It's over wit. I'm in love wit the woman in front of me. Not her."
"And that makes it—What the fuck are you looking for?" She asked, noticing him digging through in the couch.
