End Game || Stephen Curry

Chapter 9

Going straight to the kitchen they got all the utensils and ingredients they needed to make their waffles. Stephen plugged in the toaster and Ayesha threw him 4 waffles to put in.

As they waited for the waffles to be finished, they got caught up in a heated make out session. Stephen laid Ayesha on his island. Just before things were about to escalate, the fire alarms went off the smoke filled the air.

"Steph! You burnt the waffles!" Stephen let out a series of curse words before unplugging the toaster, waiving the smokee away, and turning off the alarm. Once everything was settled Stephen went to put more waffles in, but Ayesha stopped him. "I'm the professional waffle maker here," She sassed. "Obviously."

And in a few short minutes two perfectly made waffles were sitting in front of them. "Good thing my wifey can cook."

Ayesha ran to get the syrup before returning to the table. She went to put some on her waffles, but nothing came out. "How do you open this?" She shook it around, and squeezed it with all her power. Suddenly the sticky liquid cover her shirt and bottoms.

"Come on, lets change your shirt." Stephen took her hand as they bolted upstairs. Picking his favorite tee, just for her, he gently handed it to her.

Carefree, she stripped in front of him. Stephens mouth watering the whole time, admiring her whole body. She slipped the tee on, and without a second to spare Steph smashed his lips on to hers.

Ayesha slid his shirt off as Stephen attacked her jaw and neck. After Ayesha let out a moan, she also let out a huge yawn. But still in the mood she roamed his chest while kissing his lips.

When they fell onto the bed Stephen remembered to always use protection. So he quickly got up, running to his drawer. When he came back Ayesha was laying down, breathing heavily.

"Can we do this in a few minutes? Let's just take a short break," Ayesha said before yawning. Stephen happily agreed, plopping down next to her. She put her head on his chest as tiredness took over both of their bodies. And soon enough they were both knocked out cold.

Ayeshas POV

As Steph and I started to recall the events from last night, things started to become real awkward. "Well, um, at least we didn't do anything we would've regretted." I let out a small chuckle to ease the air, but I could've sworn Steph looked disappointed.

"Right." He went over to his dresser sliding a shirt over himself, making myself a bit disappointed.

"I should go," I hesitated after a few moments of silence. I looked over at him as he made his bed. Which I should probably be helping do. I just couldn't take my eyes off. He must've felt my stare because then he started to stare at me. My heart was beating as fast as it's ever have.

"I'll walk you out?" I gave him a toothless smile and shook my head.

"Wait! How about your shirt?" I asked, remembering I had his tee on. I picked up my outfit from last night which was a sticky mess. "I can change back into this," I suggested, holding on to it with two fingers.

Steph chuckled. "No, it's fine. Just wear my shirt." I don't know why, but something about that made me queezy inside. I bit my lip and nodded, as we walked out of his room.

Passing the kitchen I widened my eyes at the mess we made last night. "Okay, I'm not leaving till I help you pick this up," I laughed at the damage we have done.

"Oh, wow," Steph said, looking at the kitchen and dining room. I smiled at him walking into the kitchen, but he stopped. "But you know you don't have to help me."

"I know I don't have to, but I want to." I gently put my hand on Steph's chest. When I suddenly processed what I did I quickly took my hand off, giving a smile. Oh lord, what did I just do?

I walked into the kitchen, still astonished by the mess we had made. There was burnt waffles, half eaten waffles, and syrup everywhere.

Stephen was cleaning up all the syrup, while I was throwing away the waffles. Picking up the final pieces I threw them away and took a seat by his island. I instantly put my head in my hands before squinting my eyes shut.

"Ish, are you okay?" Stephen came over to me, sliding his hand on to my lower back sending shivers throughout my body. "You've been holding your head this whole time."

"I'm okay, I just hit my head this morning pretty hard before you woke up," I sighed, looking over at Steph. "Clumsy me."

He gently slid my hand over, and felt the spot that I hit. "Damn, were gonna have to ice this." Yeah, that's how huge the bump was forming.

"No, it's okay. I'm fine really," I tried to convince Steph. His hand slid down my head, rustling through my hair before he pulled the few loose hairs behind my ear.

"Ish, were icing this whether you like it or not," he chuckled. I was still mesmerized from his earlier actions that I couldn't even speak, just nod my head. "Go sit on the coach, I'll be there in a second."

And now I was currently waiting on the coach, waiting for the man that makes me feel so many things. If only I knew how he felt about me. Moments later Steph came back with a bag of ice. I went to reach for it, but he snapped it back.

"Nuh, uh, uh," he said with a smile. Whenever he smiled it was so contagious that I smiled every time. He gently placed it on my head, taking a seat next to me.

"You really are a clumsy ass," he teased. I pushed him not be able to contain my chuckle.

"And your really just an ass." I said, trying to act serious but they never works.

"But you love this ass." We we're looking at each other dead in the eye before he started cracking up laughing. I rolled my eyes while laughing myself. "You know, I'm really happy your coming to Cleveland with me."

"And I'm happy that I get to go with you." He shot me a smile, returning his attention back to the TV. But my eyes stayed on him. He was perfect. "Stephen?"

"Hmm?" He hummed, his eyes wandering over to mine.

"The other day, at the game, you said you wanted to talk to me?" This thought has been lingering in my head since that day, and I was anxious to know what it was about. It took him a while to answer, but when he did I felt slightly disappointed.

"Oh, that was nothing. Don't worry about it," he hesitated. I just hoped it had something to do with us, but yet, we aren't really us.

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