morgan ➸ stephen curry

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Morgan

I breathed slowly and closed my eyes. This was relaxing to be honest, I never knew Wardell had this side of him.

He moved his head a bit closer to my neck and his grip tightened around me. His breath traveled down to my chest. "We're going to break this chair."

"It's okay." I put my arms on his and noted how strong they were.

"So you and Kyrie."

"What about him?"

"Y'all dating?"

"No," I said. "He's just my friend, we already talked about this, Wardell." I was getting irritated with this conversation.

He laughed, "Okay, Mo, calm down."

"You do know that I was planning on going to the mall with Taylor right?" I asked him.

He groaned, "Looks like I have to go too."

"No you don't."

"Yes I do, that's the assignment remember?"

"Oh yeah," I replied tapped on his arms. "C'mon, get up."

"We're going right now?"

"Yeah." His grip loosened and I stood up.

"Are you going to shower?" I asked him and looked back at him.

"I didn't sweat since you weren't much of a challenge," he smirked and stood up. He lowered his face near mine and then backed away.

I gasped, "But you lost."

"Because you decided to pull my dick!"

"Mhm," I replied and turned away. I went back inside and up to my room to change.

I grabbed a random outfit and threw it on before Wardell could come back upstairs.

"Damn girl, you get changed quick," he said and sat down on my bed. He grabbed his jeans and put them back on over his shorts.

"I know."

"What time is it?"

"I think three."

"What time you supposed to meet Taylor?" He asked.

"I think three."

He huffed, "Great, you don't even remember."

"No, I'm pretty sure it's three."

Him and I walked down the stairs and then opened the door.

"We're taking your car," I said.

"Why?"

"Because I said," I replied as we made our way into his car. He opened the door for me and let me slide in. "Thanks, idiot."

"Welcome, bitch," he smiled and closed the door. He made his way around the car and as he got in I slapped his arm. "What the heck? Why you always bullying me?"

"Don't call me a bitch."

"But you called me an idiot!"

"I don't care, don't call me that."

"But-" he stopped himself and groaned. "You get on my nerves."

"You love me," I beamed and squeezed his cheeks.

"Which mall we going to?"

"Uh, Manhattan Mall, duh." I said and looked at him stupidly.

"That's a neck," he chuckled while he let me give him a neck. He groaned because I slapped him a bit too hard.