Nouveau

Chapter 18: About Last Night

Laive

Weakly opening her eyes, Laive was relieved to recognize her own bed. The familiar pillows and sheets always smelled of shea butter and clean linen. Stretching her arms up and massaging her scalp, she rolled onto her side to go back to sleep. Her head mildly ached while she nuzzled into the pillow, sinking deeper into its scent.

"Ummhhh," Laive exhaled.

She was drifting off to sleep again. A hand gently caressed her behind, and rested on her hip. Laive's eyes widened and she mentally cursed at herself for whoever was in her bed. L had never woke up to anyone in the bed before, and she wasn't even sexually fluid enough to pull it off.

What the hell did she drink that gave her the confidence for a one night stand?

She'd only been intimate with one person, one time. The jerk disappeared after he took her virginity, and now he was playing professional football. L squeezed her eyes shut and said a silent prayer that she didn't do anything stupid. Hopefully, the stranger would leave peacefully when she asked.

"Tremaine is going to kill me," Laive whispered.

L was afraid to turn around. The stranger pulled her close and tucked his head into her neck.

"Kill you for what?" he groaned. "Go back to sleep."

Tremaine.

Tremaine? Laive's skin paled in horror. What the fuck did they do?

"Get up."

"What you doing? Stop and go back to sleep..." Tremaine snuggled closer as she was trying to push his hand away.

"Please...get up"

Laive could hear the panic in her own voice. She couldn't believe what was happening. How did she manage to fuck this up? The pain she felt from the crack in her heart, was incomparable. This was not supposed to happen, the girl couldn't even take herself serious anymore.

"Boy....Get up!"

As Laive tried to toss the covers off them, Tremaine held her down, and pulled the comforter back over them.

"No....come on L. Go back to sleep. My head hurting and you yelling..."

"What did we do?"

"Baby girl, come here...lay down"

"I'm not playing. I'm so serious right now." Laive was sitting up with fists squeezed tightly by her side, squeezing her eyes shut to hold back tears, and her head was facing the ceiling. "Please tell me we didn't....Please?"

"We didn't." Tremaine stoically confirmed. "Come here...," He grabbed L by her waist and pulled her back into the pillows.

"I'm serious...Sto-"

"If we did something you wouldn't have nothing on. I would've taken all this shit off you"

She still had her intimates on. L was somewhat relieved.

Nothing happened...

Right?

"But I only have on my bra and panties. I always sleep in-"

"I don't know why you sleep in all that hot shit."

Laive pushed against him.

"The way you were sweating, you would've died from heat stroke last night"

"Come on now..." Laive hit Tremaine in his shoulder, he was laughing too hard. "You could have at least put me in a t-shirt or something"

"You lucky to still have ya bra and panties on Laive. I don't want to hear that shit."

Tremaine tugged on L's arms and pulled their bodies face to face.

"So you don't have on clothes either?"

"You know I only sleep in my underwear. Stop it...Come here"

"No...I'm damn near naked"

"Mmmm...." He smirked and shook his head. "Don't remind me baby"

Baby?

"You're way too comfortable right now"

"I mean you is too.." Tremaine interjected. "You staring like you want a nigga"

Laive's eyes widened, "You're such a liar"

"You don't even know when you doing it."

"Stop lying on me!"

"You so cute L...come here," Tremaine placed one arm around Laive's waist, and pulled her forehead to his.

"This is not cute. You not worried about our morning breath?"

He snickered, "You right. Move."

Laive giggled as Tremaine nudged her to the side. She intently watched him leave her room.

As soon as he got into the hallway he yelled "Keep pretending you don't want me girl. You staring the fuck out of my back!"

"Forget you!" She yelled and fell into the bed laughing.

Not even 5 minutes later...Tremaine returned, dragging L into her bathroom.

"...Stop playing!"

"Since you got jokes, I'm on that ass Laive. Get to brushing."

They brushed their teeth, and Laive examined the side of his face. Grabbing one of her face towels out the cabinet, L ran it under warm water and rung it out.

"You have red lipstick all over you..." Slowly, she hesitated as Tremaine softly stared at her.

When the warm towel hit his skin, Tremaine's shoulders inched down. The breath he took in sluggishly released from his nose. As the white cloth tenderly drifted over his skin, the red lipstick disappeared. Tremaine's chest leisurely expanded and he exhaled into her palm, "Mmmm..."

Laive doused the towel in warm water again, and trailed the towel to his nape.

"She really liked you..." Laive spoke quietly.

Tremaine grabbed her hand after she swept the cooling towel across his lips, "I thought so too..."

"How'd you end up in my bed?"

"Too drunk to make it to my own room downstairs."

Laive was confused.

"...You were mad L. Slamming doors and shit. Being disrespectful...Typical you-type shit when you hiding something or can't handle what's going on"

Laive was slowly starting to fume. Typical you-type shit?

"Look at you! You mad right now because you can't handle what I just said."

"I'm not ma-"

"You may not like it L, but I'm always honest with you. I don't give a fuck how you feel about it, you need to hear what I be saying."

"You love pissing me off don't you?"

Laive threw the towel into the clothes hamper and walked out of the bathroom.

"Stop pouting." Tremaine went after her. Toward the middle of her room, he caught her hand and shoved her onto the bed.

Before she could sit up, Tremaine was on top of her.

"You such a baby," He nuzzled into her hair.

"This is so inappropriate."

Laive was referring to the both of them interacting like they weren't in their undergarments.

"I don't really care Laive"

"Obviously..." She was trying to push him off. "Go find whoever was all over you last night"