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“Thank you.” He mumbled softly into her shoulder which Maybelle would have found endearing if not for the slight cringe of discomfort at the way his hold caught her arm awkwardly in between their bodies.
Sam finally eased back enough so her arm could escape but he continued to hold her against him as he still stood between her legs. His face was so flushed red Maybelle could almost feel the heat of his blush radiating from him.
“Maybelle, could I— may I kiss you?”
He smiled diffidently, his face now a shade of scarlet red. Maybelle tensed just a bit at the odd thought this might be his first kiss. She batted away the intrusive idea placing her hands on his chest then entwined her fingers into the cotton of his shirt.
“Yes.” She muttered as she pulled Sam into her.
Sam’s kiss wasn’t hasty, it was slow. It wasn’t hungry, but it was tentative. His kiss wasn’t overwhelming but sweet, and simple.
One of his trembling hands lifted to cup her cheek while the other rested against the desk underneath her. Their kiss followed a soft, gentle rhythm, like a lullaby.
It was soothing and it was precious.
That’s when the office door crashed open making Maybelle yelp while Sam leapt a solid five feet away.
Maybelle couldn’t believe her eyes as Trey stormed into the room, past Sam and up to her perch on the desk. He stopped abruptly before her, his green eyes ablaze.
“Mayhem, sweetheart, it’s past your bedtime and time to go home.” He grated out through gritted teeth.
Hell no, he was not!Oh, but he was.
Trey’s large arm snaked quickly around her waist, lifting her smoothly off the desk and to her feet. Maybelle planted herself to the spot and glowered up at him. She opened her mouth to speak but Trey cut her off.
“You can yell at me on the way home, love. Now move.”
Trey had her hand in his, tugging her out the door leaving poor Sam behind and alone.
In less than a minute Trey had them downstairs, out the front door and amongst the parked vehicles. Maybelle recognized Bear’s truck immediately, they hiked around it, putting the vehicle between them and the still very vociferous party.
Maybelle finally ripped her hand from his, “What the hell, Trey?” She barked.
Trey didn’t heed her any attention, his phone was out and against his ear.
“Trey!” Maybelle called but he only put a finger up for her to wait. She was so angry she wanted to snatch his phone and chuck it into a brick wall, or better yet, his head.
“Bear, you busy? —Want to do me a favor and take Maybelle home? —I appreciate you, man.”
Trey hung up the phone.
Maybelle was growing thoroughly impatient; she had the childish desire to scream and stomp her feet but quickly reigned those feelings in. She fisted her hands at her side staring daggers into the side of Trey’s face until he finally turned to her.
“Sam? Really?” Trey’s tone was full of ridicule and Maybelle’s slipping hold on her exploding anger nearly gave out.
“Are you going to tell me what that was all about or just be an ass?” She seethed.
A muscle in Trey’s jaw feathered as he raked a hand through his caramel hair and pivoted away from her.
“Trey.” She demanded.
Trey spun back, “Why him?”
The unspoken question in his face made her stumble.
“What?” Maybelle sputtered.
“Why him?” Trey repeated.And not me?
