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While Trey showered Maybelle tidied the bed, readying it with a cluster of pillows for him to lay on.
Once that was done, she pulled out a pair of black sweatpants and an oversized, old, school pride tee from his dresser drawers. She took the ensemble of clothes, including the underwear she snatched quickly from the top, right drawer and folded them neatly into a stack.
“Trey?” Maybelle called with a couple knocks against the door.
He grunted.
She pushed the door open a fraction more, keeping her eyes to her toes, “I have some clothes for you to change into. Can I put them on the sink for you?”
“Yes. Please.” He returned.
Tentatively, Maybelle stepped in, placing the stack of lounge wear onto the bathroom sink counter. She strained to keep her eyes glued to the ground, even as the shower shut off.
“I’ll just leave them right here.” Maybelle informed, eyes still downturned, feeling extremely foolish because,duh, she just told him she was going to leave them there.
The temptation to glance up, just once, was too strong. She needed to walk away, let the poor man dress without her peeping in on him like a perv. Maybelle spun on her heels to find a half-naked Trey standing there in a towel, looking half-dead.
The horny cloud in her brain finally cleared as she stepped up to him with his clothes.
“Put these on and we will get you in bed.” She whispered.
Trey nodded and when she held the clothing out to him his large hands enveloped hers.
Maybelle’s eyes shot to Trey’s.
“Thank you.” He let out on a sigh.
Maybelle gifted him a lame smile, “Get dressed, Turner.”
She left him with his clothes. When he exited the bathroom in only the sweats Maybelle shot an accusatory look at him.
Even ill, his smile was… invigorating, “I’m overheating, I promise I’m not trying to seduce you… I mean, unless you want me to.”
Maybelle was impressed that she had the power to roll her eyes and look elsewhere with that comment because she’d like nothing more.Gosh,what was wrong with her?
Poor guy was just sick as a dog, and she couldn’t help but want to get a quick peek of him naked in the shower or think of how he’d react if she just casually jumped his bones. Ever since their stupid conversation outside that stupid party about their stupid kiss, how she would describe it and Trey telling her what she wanted—Ugh, she’d been a pathetic mess of hormones, not being able to get the images of their kiss and Trey’s hands on her body out of her mind. Maybelle needed to get her head out of the damn clouds. This was not the time nor the place to be a salacious weirdo.
Maybelle faced his bed, turning down the covers for him, “Lay down. I am going to go get you some water.”
She made to pass Trey as he stepped toward the bed and she to the door but was halted by Trey’s large hand now holding her arm.
“Mayhem.” He whispered.
Maybelle faced him with a step closer, “Trey?”
He swallowed hard, “I appreciate your help but please, I will be ok. You should go, I don’t want to get you sick.”
Maybelle made another step toward him, and he stepped back, “Trey.”
That smile.
“Maybelle?”
“Please stop trying to take this away from me.” She asked softly but her request was anything but soft.
That had his smile falling, confusion replacing it, “Taking what from you?”
Maybelle neared him and he didn’t step away this time, “My chance to take care of you. You have done too much for me. More than I could ever deserve. Please, for once, allow me to be there for you. It’s nowhere near in comparison to the kindness you have shown me but at least it’s something.”
