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Before she knew it, she was lying next to Trey, sinking into him, his arm wrapping around her back, her cheek pressing into his chest.
He was so warm, and not because of the fever.
Trey always radiated a heat that she wanted to bathe in.
Just a moment, she could bask in this feeling of him for just a few more moments.
Trey’s hand on her back floated up into her hair, his fingers began to comb through the ends of her golden coils, down the line of her spine. A riot of goosebumps erupted along her skin with the soft, delicate touches of Trey’s strong hands.
“Maybelle.” Trey’s whispered prayer of her name tickled through the hair on top of her head.
Her eyes were growing heavy as she said, “Yes, Trey?”
The hand in her hair fell still against her back again then cinched her up into him, “Can you stay with me, please?”
“I am.” She breathed.
Trey’s head went side to side, “No, I mean— stay with me. Just for today, and the night.”
Maybelle lifted her head then to find viridescent eyes.
He had removed the cloth, and she couldn’t differentiate between her scalding skin and what could have been his fever. He needed a hospital if that heat was indeed his fever.
“For the night?” She asked, breathless.
Trey’s hand came up, cupping her cheek.
“Or however long you will give me. But if you’re going to stay— let me pretend that you choseme. Pretend that you danced with me at the party last night and afterwards, you came home with me. Pretend that you have already spent the night in my bed, woke up this morning in my arms and we still haven’t been bothered to get up. Pretend with me that you chose this,us. You can go back to reality tomorrow, May, but please, stay with me and let me pretend that you aremine.”
Maybelle’s heart tripped, skipped, and ripped through its cage, desperately reaching out to him.
“Please.” He mouthed and Maybelle knew he would not ask again. It wasn’t a choice; Maybelle already knew her answer.
Maybelle slid up, closer.Closer.
They were sharing the same air, giving, and breathing each other’s inhales and exhales.
She could do this, give him this. Givethemthis.
Let it just be them. Resume reality— tomorrow.
Maybelle leaned into him, the hand caressing her cheek.
The moments were eternities dragging on and the hope that gleamed in Trey’s gaze was beginning to melt, dripping away.
She needed to answer him.
“I’m yours.” Her words glided out on a soft wind, levitating between them.
Then she didn’t think, she caved into him.
Trey hauled her completely on top of him, tangled her into him, his sheets. Feeling his skin, him, she could now tell,his fever had broken but her fiery nerves were blazing, burning, thrumming.
She was his.
Just for tonight. Pretend.
They were pretending.
