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Out of the corner of Trey’s eye he noticed Bear creeping out from the hall, his eyes heavy on Trey with a sorrowful ridden expression before finally peering at Sam, “When did this happen, Sam?”
Sam, seeming a lot more confident and comfortable with his big ass lineman friend now part of the conversation rolled back into the sofa and slurped at the can of Coke before finally answering, “Last week, we became officially official at the party when I asked her to be my date for tonight and she came to the game to support me last night.” He stated matter of fact.
Trey was going to break him in half.
All previous guilt of not liking his teammate was drop kicked out the damned window. What the hell was this scrawny ass, awkward as hell, bitch of a guy doing getting with his girl! His Maybelle!
I’m yours.
A knock on their apartment door interrupted before Trey could demand more answers.
Williams was up and there opening the door in a blink of an eye still recovering from the stampede of coughs by clearing his throat.
“Speak of the devil, here she is.” Williams glided aside allowing a perplexed, giggling Maybelle to float over the threshold and Trey’s heart stopped dead in his chest.
He was back in the past on graduation night, Maybelle clothed in a tight powder blue dress, a bonfire in the distance, the waves crashing behind them and his arms cradling Maybelle for the first time ever.
The dress she wore now was an identical shade of pastel blue, it made her eyes favor a devastating azure, but this dress was far more elaborate, mature.
The front delved into a deeper V neckline and fell past her knees to an elegant length that brushed the floor. A slit carved up the side of her thigh, revealing up to the hip, and the woman who wore the dress was not the same girl from that long ago night.
Her curls fell in heaps along her bare bronzed back and bounced freely framing her face like they had but tonight she didn’t hide behind a sweater, or a collection of things held tightly in her arms. Maybelle Mason strutted confidently on white strappy heeled shoes, wearing her exposed sun kissed skin proudly.
This Maybelle hid from nothing and no one, she owned the room and everyone in it. The air escaped Trey’s lungs as her alluring blue eyes landed on him and a sensual smile slowly tugged at the corners of her glossy, blush pink lips.
“Hi.” She said, approaching him, just him.
Not her so-called boyfriend, not Bear or Williams but him and the way she looked at him screamed anything but friend.
I’m yours. I’m yours. I’m yours.
Trey opened his mouth, he wanted to tell her she was beautiful, no angelic, breathtaking, unreal, gorgeous, he wanted to say so many things but couldn’t get his damned mouth to move.
“Maybelle.” Sam appeared at Trey’s side and Trey’s mouth snapped shut.
Right… Boyfriend.
But Maybelle’s eyes remained on Trey, like she couldn’t be bothered to spare a glance toward the idiot who claimed her as his.
“Your shoe is undone.” Sam remarked pointedly cutting through the trance Maybelle had been in.
She finally tore her eyes from Trey, kicking a foot out to examine the loose strap of her heel.
“Lookie there.” Maybelle huffed, a trace of embarrassment hiding in her annoyed tone as she made to bend down but Trey was already there, down on one knee.
“I’ve got it.” He said, his voice taking on a gravelly note.
Trey scolded himself internally for being such a smitten fool for a girl taken by another guy but his focus on his self-chastisement fell apart when Maybelle steadied herself using his shoulders, the slit in her dress falling open when she raised her leg for him and revealing too much,no, not enough.
Trey glimpsed up to find Maybelle’s smirking blue, green eyes down on him. Trey couldn’t help but grin back letting his fingers brush along the smooth skin of her ankle.
Damn, her legs, they even freaking shimmered in the dull apartment lighting, like she put glitter in a vanilla scented lotion to make herself appear that much more ethereal, untouchable.
But there, Trey was, on his knees, touching her.
“Thank you, Trey.” Maybelle’s voice lowered too while her fingers dug harder in the tops of his shoulders.
Trey tried to drag out his work of the loosened strap, but there was only so much stalling he could do before shit just got uncomfortable for everyone, and he was brutally taunting that line.
