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“It’s a secret, and this stays between you and me. I will tell Trey when he’s home this weekend.” Chelsea tried to shoot Maybelle a serious look, but shy humor still lingered.
Maybelle put her right hand up like she had seen people do in court in a couple of the movies she had seen with Chelsea, “I swear, it’s our little secret.”
The drive went by quickly, a few hours passed, and Maybelle was hopping out of the car in front of an apartment building. The sun had set so it was dark making it hard to make out all the surrounding details, but the apartment looked nice through the barely lit night.
Even in the limited light, like a moth to a flame, she found the masculine form of Trey leaning up against a wall, arms folded as he waited. He could probably see her smile from there, her cheeks hurt from the tight, happy grin pulling up her features.
Trey sat up from the wall strolling up to her and the car, a gentle smirk on his own face. He was dressed in grey sweats and a white graphic tee that framed his muscled shouldersreallywell.
As he approached, Maybelle thought he might give her a hug, but he dipped last second, pulling her bag away to sling it over his own shoulder before placing a delicate kiss on her cheek, leaving her absolutely speechless.
“Hey mom, thanks for driving her here.” He said bending down into the open passenger doorway gifting his mom a perfect view of his happy smile.
“Of course, I hope you guys have the best time.” Chelsea said, her voice melodic and chipper.
Trey brushed a couple caramel waves from off his forehead and Maybelle felt a drop of drool escape the corner of her mouth, “Are you sure you’re okay to make that drive back right now? We can make room for you here tonight.”
Chelsea waved him off, “Oh baby, I work night shift, I am used to functioning on little sleep. I will be fine. You two get inside and tell Chad I said hi.”
Trey shook his head, “I won’t be doing that, but ok, drive safe. Let me know when you make it back.”
“I will, I love you both.”
Maybelle went rigid. That one was new.
That phrase sparked a couple raw emotions she didn’t quite know what to name or how to address.
“Love you too, mom.” Trey returned before shutting the car door and looping his arm around Maybelle’s waist leading her to his apartment.
Chelsealovedher. She was loved.
Gosh, she had to stop thinking about it or she was going to start boobing like an emotional idiot right here and that was not what this weekend was for. This weekend was for fun, making friends, and being with Trey.
Trey gripped her hip tight against him, “You’re a little quiet, is something wrong?”
“Oh yeah, sorry that was a long drive. I’m a little tired.” Maybelle swung her arm around his back and returned his hold, “It’s good to see you.”
Trey snorted, “It’s good to see you too and unreal to have you here with me. The guys are all waiting in the living room, they have been dying to meet you.”
They went up a few flights of stairs that left Maybelle only entirely breathless, but she wasn’t crawling by the end of it which she considered a major win.
Not too far down the hall, after she took a moment to catch her breath, they reached a door Trey opened with a key. Through the opened door they entered was a small lit up kitchen and just past that, three big men sat waiting patiently.
Two on a small couch, practically sitting on each other’s laps due to the sofa being so tiny compared to their massive builds and the other man sprawled out across a large bean bag that looked incredibly plush.
As they stepped through the door all three men stood from their spots, large, white smiles splitting their faces.
The first man to approach her was tall, a bit leaner than the other men, black, curly, cropped hair, and beautiful deep brown skin. His smile was wide, familiar.
“Little Mason! It’s so good to see you!” He towered above her, pulling her into his ribcage for a bone crushing hug.
Maybelle tried to peek over at Trey to silently plead for help, but he was passing the embrace to put her bag on the kitchen counter. When the man holding her tight, cutting off the circulation finally pulled back to look at her, silver lined his big brown eyes.
Maybelle could only stare awkwardly, obviously he knew her, but she didn’t have a clue to who he was.
Maybe this was Bear?
“I’m sorry, remind me your name.” She tried to say sweetly but she recognized the flash of confused hurt in his eyes.
