way up • stephen curry [au]

xxvii. no telling

Stephen

I stirred from my sleep, patting the other side of the bed to find nothing but space. I opened my eyes and realized that Zay wasn't there.

What a night.

It had been centuries since the last time I got laid, so last night really was something else. For the first time in my life, I had sex with someone less experienced than me and I tried my best to be gentle.

I tried so hard to make her feel that I wasn't fúcking her, but that I was making love to her. I never had that with anyone else and it felt as if our relationship just transcended to a whole new level.

I got up, picked up my clothes, and wore them. Then I headed to the bathroom to quickly rinse my mouth before I went down the stairs.

Immediately, I got a whiff of the waffles and bacon, making my mouth water. I sauntered towards the kitchen area to find Arzaya and Asher on the island as she served her little brother food.

I walked closer and Zay noticed me quick while Asher's back was turned to me.

"Morning," I said, approaching my girlfriend. She had that blush on her face as I lightly kissed her temple. Then I looked at Asher to give him a bro-fist. "Sup, bruh."

"Hey, man," Asher greeted in a fake manly voice. His whole demeanor quickly changed the moment I came.

Arzaya just rolled her eyes at her bro and I chuckled. "Stop acting like a mature nigga. You're just 11 years old."

"Stop acting like a bítch," Asher bickered back.

She pulled her hair for a messy bun as I sat on the stool.

"You want hot coco or orange juice?" she asked me, setting a plate of waffles and bacon in front of me. Damn, wife material.

"Orange juice, please." I hated chocolate. Asher passed me the whip and I put just enough on my waffles.

After she made one, I quickly took a sip.

"Zay," her little brother spoke as he chewed. I nearly choked. "What's that on your neck?"

I looked to see the hickeys I left on her last night. I knew I should have put it elsewhere.

Zay touched it and looked like she was about to pull the biggest excuse. "It's, uh, a spider bite."

I snorted. "You a spiderwoman now?"

I felt her pinch my arm while looking nonchalantly at Asher.

"Sick. I want one," Asher told us in enthusiasm and I was suppressing my chuckles.

"No, you don't. Shut up and eat your food," she argued.

By the time we finished eating breakfast, I helped her out on the dishes. I hated doing chores but I was feeling really energetic today.

"You know when I got up from bed this morning, worst feeling of my life," she told me, wiping the table with a cloth. "Sore to the 10th."

"If we do it more, you'll get used to it," I said, winking at her. She blushed so hard at that. "By the way, you need to change your sheets."