Stephen Curry imagines

•THIRTY FOUR•

I spent a five-hour flight back to California doing nothing but letting my brain do all of the thinking. I sat with no music in staring blankly at the seatback of the person in front of me while I heard the normal sounds of a plane. Babies crying, air flowing, engines running.

I was terrified I was photographed dancing, laughing, and even kissing on my friend Ayesha Alexander while my girlfriend was at home no doubt having seen the images.

She made no effort to text me and I made no effort to text her out of fear. She knows my flight details therefore when I will be back to our condo. I only pray that she is not up when I get home. I would like to push off this conversation as long as possible.

Walking down the hallway to the door that marks my property, my heart beats a little faster with every step. I messed up, I know I did but the worst part is why I messed up. The part she will never forgive me for...

As I unlock the door as quietly as I can I take off my shoes and place my keys on our kitchen table. I wish to not wake her up though I soon notice her figure sitting on the couch reading a book.

She notices my eyes on her so she looks up at me then goes back to reading her book. The silence almost kills me more than yelling would have.

I carry my suitcase into the master bedroom as I start to unpack. After I unpack I bring myself to our bathroom where I start a warm shower to hopefully comfort me.

My mind continues to race as I try to come up with a logical reason as to why she has yet to speak to me. After I change into my basketball shorts I grab my black and white under-armor sweatshirt from my closet and head into the living room.

She acts like I am completely invisible as I walk out of the master bedroom and in front of her to sit on the couch - a respectful distance away.

"How was your trip?" She asks so suddenly and calmly that I almost jump out of my seat.

"It-it was good" I gain my composer.
Her calm authority doing nothing but causing me to be terrified.

"That's good" she nods her head while keeping her attention focused on the book within her hands.

"And the party?"

"It was okay," I say while tilting my head at her with confusion all over my face.

"How was Ayesha?" She asked without missing a beat. As if we weren't addressing the woman that I had been caught cheating on her with.

"She-she was good" I swallow the lump in my throat.

"Oh, that's a bummer. You would think that breaking all trust you have with your girlfriend of two years would be for better then somebody who was just good" she shrugs keeping her attention solely on her book.

"Y/N" I start I have no idea what to say I'm this situation. I messed up really bad.

"Cats got your tongue?" She laughs before continuing "oh that's alright. This tongue of yours has been caught a lot recently then? I mean the other night it was trapped in between Ayeshas lips." She speaks even calmer than before. My heart races. It feels that at any moment she is going to explode. Though the fact she hasn't yet kept me in my toes.

"I have no excuses, I was just tempted"

"Oh trust me, I know. Funny right? You can trust me. Seems I can't trust you anymore though. A young boy like you being asked to wait to have sex with his girlfriend of two years. Must be hard on the hormones right?" She laughed once again.

"I shouldn't have done that"

"Yeah well, you did. I warned you before you got in this relationship that I wasn't gonna sleep with you until I felt absolutely comfortable with giving it up. And you respected that. I guess respect runs out then?" She says as she glances at me for the first time since we started this conversation.

"I shouldn't have let myself do this to you," I say because I know that nothing I say will make a difference.

"Just tell me one thing Stephen"

"Anything" I rush.

"Did it feel good? To finally get so intimate with someone after so long? Did you want her so bad that you just couldn't hold back? Be honest with me this time. You've lied to me enough already" she says with her eyes never dropping eye contact with me.

"I-I" I attempted to start though I couldn't get the words out of myself.

"Go along Stephen. Tell me."

"Yes. I wanted her so bad because I never got to get to you" I say and my heart breaks at how bad I sound. I promised her when we started this relationship that I would never hurt her or leave her because of her virginity. I told her that I respected her for keeping that. I made promises that I knew I couldn't keep.

"Well I've heard enough," she said before marking the page in her book, setting it down in the coffee table and going to our bedroom.

I stayed put knowing for sure she was packing her bags so I waited to let her do it in peace.
Though when an hour passed and she had not come out to grab any of her stuff from around the house I wandered to the bedroom.

Knocking lightly on the door I opened it in case she was truly packing. though when I saw all the lights off and a lump under the covers on her side of the bed I let a gasp escape. My baby didn't leave me. I climbed into bed though I made sure to keep a good amount of space between us.
Well, that was until I felt her hand on my wrist to guide it to her waist and then push her head back against my chest.

"Are you alright?" I asked in a whisper.

"I just need to be loved for one last night..." and then my heart broke. And I silently cried myself to sleep with her in my arms I hurt the best thing that has ever happened to me.

The next morning I woke up to her in my arms and admired the way she looked asleep before I realized it would be the last time seeing this sight. I held her as I cried some more.

When she woke up she untangled herself from me and didn't waste time packing her stuff.
Before she walked out she put her key on the counter and with that she walked out.