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“Wow, that is epic.” Trey acknowledged, wrapping a golden curl around his finger.
“Trey.”
“Maybelle?”
“Thank you— for everything.”
Trey looked down at her then, seeing those tantalizing eyes as he returned, “Anything for you, May. Anything.”
45 Forever Races
“Are you ready to eat dirt, Mayhem?” Trey challenged jogging back from the finish line to the starting line he had traced in the damp beach sand.
The sun was finally showing signs of life in the early morning hour with the glowing horizon, streaks of light setting Maybelle’s frizzy curls ablaze. She didn’t pull them back this morning, thinking this was going to be a chill morning walk on the beach but Trey had another idea.
His Maybelle was going to sprint today.
Her running was smooth, graceful even and she had been trying so hard the last few weeks to sprint without losing balance.
“I don’t know, you saw me last week. Iliterally ate dirt and had to gargle water three times before I wasn’t crunching down on stray sand particles hiding in my teeth.” She whined but Trey knew Maybelle was capable of anything,exceptturning down a challenge. She could do it; she just needed a push.
“Sounds to me like you’re scared.” Trey jabbed and Maybelle popped a hip, “Come on, Mayhem. We go back to school next week; how awesome would it be to start the new school year having accomplished this?”
The mention of school already starting back up had Trey’s insides twisting. He and Maybelle had hidden out in the Mason home for the last few summer months relishing in the secluded alone time. They of course visited Chelsea multiple times, had taken trips back to school for Trey’s football training together and had a night where Penny and Williams had stopped by to catch up, but the rest was just them. He and Maybelle had started routines living together, habits and a life. It was a reality he was not willing to let go of so soon.
“Fine,” Maybelle barked readying herself at the makeshift starting line, “Loser does dishes.”
Trey winked at his competitive girl before also readying himself at the line, “Deal.”And without warning, Maybelle was off, cackling like a deranged woman.
“Cheater!” Trey hollered, hustling after her, but he didn’t catch up as fast as he previously would have. Maybelle’s short muscular legs were pumping, racing, sprinting and she wasflying. Her movements were steady, deliberate, purposeful as she crossed the finish line.
She did it and Trey fell to his knee.
Maybelle’s back was still to him as she bounced with excited squeals, “I did it! I did it!” I did—” and those blue, green eyes blinked as they found Trey on one knee, a velvet box, gold band and solitaire diamond ring glittering in the sunlight.
Maybelle’s hand flew to her mouth, surprise and explosive happiness tightening her features.
“Maybelle Mason.” Trey breathed and she took a step toward him.
“Trey?”
His throat was constricted as he choked out the words, he had practiced multiple times in the mirror and recited to Williams over the phone, “These last few months of spending every waking moment with you, doing real life with you have been the happiest months I have ever had. Every chore, mundane task, movie night, long amazing nights in bed together, breakfasts, lunches, dinners, and everything in between have all been perfect with you.” She nodded, continuing her approach as he spoke, her glossy eyes not leaving his, “I thought about just asking you to move in with me, because I can’t spend one more night without you in my bed and in my arms. Knowing that what I really wanted to ask you was your hand in marriage, but I was nervous I would send you running.” Maybelle scoffed at that, and Trey chuckled.
“Calm down, woman, let me finish,” Maybelle stopped only a foot away, nodding for him to continue, “Then I realized that we have come too far for me to fear you leaving me. I trust you; I love you and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. So, Maybelle Mason, marry me.”
Maybelle launched herself at him, tackling Trey into the sand in a fit of giggles and squeals as she planted frantic kisses all over his face.
“Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes!” She exclaimed between each kiss, her arms linking around his neck. Each kiss became more drawn out, and each excited “Yes” whispered more reverently as she molded her body into his.
Trey let his hands glide up the backs of her thighs, his fingers dipping in against the thin fabric of her leggings. Witha roll of her hips and languid glide of her tongue, Trey gripped tightly to her waistband.
“May, sweetheart.”
“Hmm?” She crooned, the vibrations against his lips setting his nerves on fire.
His hands were now exploring up her shirt, a mind of their own, “If I don’t get you homenow,you are going to be cleaning sand out of your hair and othervariousplaces for a week.” His promise was deep and gravelly in her ear.
Maybelle’s round peachy lips turned up pressing into him in a tantalizing movement that had Trey growling with restraint, “Well, then, future husband, take me home.”
