way up ? stephen curry [au]

xi. come get her

But to think about it, I wasn't really sore down there, so maybe, and I hope to god, we didn't really have séx.

"What did we do, then?" I asked him. I felt so bad.

I'm so bad! I'm such a whóre! I feel like I just cheated on Ben even though we aren't even together.

"It was all kissing. It's all we did," he explained genuinely. "Then you threw up and I took care of you until you fell asleep."

We kissed! We fúcking kissed! Stephen's lips were on me and it was a memory, not a dream!

His eyes were as open as I've seen them. I could almost read through it and I knew that he was telling the truth.

But I couldn't understand why he did that. Why would he wait around and take care of me?

I just felt ashamed because I might have done or said something stupid while I was drunk and I would have never known.

"Hey, do you believe me?" he asked, making me look at him again.

"I just... I believe you, but," I paused, feeling his hand graze on my palm. I just couldn't believe that out of all people, it had to be him. "I don't know if I trust you. Frankly, I don't even know why we kissed in the first place. You made it clear that that you'll never like me."

His face dropped in an instant and I couldn't read his thoughts. He slowly released his grip on my hand with a look of confusion.

"You don't remember anything last night?" he asked, seemingly hoping for a good answer. "At least, some of the things I said?"

I wish I remembered, but it was too soon to be able to recall that. Maybe I'd be able to remember later, but right now my head was too clouded to think straight.

"No," I answered and he pursed his lips probably already assuming that very answer from me. I was so curious and confused. "Is there something I should know?"

He awkwardly stepped away and averted his eyes. "None at all. Just forget it."

"Are you sure?" I egged on but he just nodded without meeting my eyes.

He was hiding something—I could feel it, and I wanted to ask him, thank him at least, but I could not make myself do it. I decided not to pursue whatever it was because if it was important, he'd tell me.

"Alright," I said, softly. I waited for him to say anything but he didn't. "I guess I'll go."

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I opened the door and headed inside the house to see my dad and Asher watching an NBA game.

"Zay?" I heard my mom call just as I walked towards the stairs.

"What?" I unintentionally snapped. I just wasn't in the mood to talk with anyone right now.

She appeared coming down to meet me by the stairs. "Jesus, what happened to you?"

"I, uh..."

"Stephen called last night," she added and it caught my attention.