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Holy mother of pearl.
Was this real?
Was this reality she was living legitimate?
No way, there was no way.
No way that she just got kissed by the most beautiful human being she had ever seen and that he just said what he said.
Maybelle fell asleep that night with a smile on her lips as she replayed in her head those words he spoke to her and the patterns he kissed up her neck over and over again.
Trey did in fact leave the next morning just before noon, not before grabbing Maybelle’s phone and putting his number in her contacts, telling her that he would text her every day and that he planned to be back home by Saturday morning.
The rest of Sunday passed, Maybelle and Chelsea ended the day by eating dinner and watching a rom com together. She didn’t hear from Trey that night, but Chelsea got a text from him saying he made it back to school safely.
Monday came with another torturous session of Physical Therapy with Annalise. Maybelle couldn’t deny the pride that swelled in her chest when Annalise was absolutely dumbfounded by the progress she had made, in the little time they had apart.
That pride was quickly crushed by the end of their session, though. Maybelle was sore and utterly weak by the conclusion of it, sending her off to bed for the night pretty early. Still no word from Trey. But Tuesday morning she woke to see one missed call and three unread messages from a contact under the name “Boyfriend”. Two of the messages sent the night prior read…
Boyfriend: Hey! Sorry I have been
MIA the last couple of days, how are you?
Boyfriend: I realize it’s late and
you’re probably asleep. I’ll text you
tomorrow! Sleep well, May.
The last unread message had been sent that morning only minutes before she woke up.
Boyfriend: Good morning, Mayhem.
Thankfully she was alone in the privacy of her room because she kicked, giggled, and squealed like an idiot before typing out her reply.
Maybelle: Good morning, Boyfriend?
Boyfriend: That’s me.
Maybelle: Brandon?
Boyfriend: Who the hell is Brandon?
Maybelle: I’m sorry, Tanner, baby?
Boyfriend: “You are not funny, May.
Maybelle snorted as she typed.
Maybelle: Oh, come on. I had to
tease you a bit for the presumptuous
“Boyfriend” stunt.
Boyfriend: I was just trying to
make my intentions clear is all.
