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The dress was elegant, simple, comfortable, clean, and absolutely stunning. The color, though, was breathtaking, a light, pale blue that made her eyes sparkle like the sea.
Maybelle spun to face Chelsea and Penny who both stared in awe, “It’s perfect!” Penny squealed. Chelsea only nodded in agreement; emotions still heightened, apparently.
“You think Sam will like it?” Maybelle asked and as she expected but refused to acknowledge, both Penny and Chelsea’s faces fell.
“Oh— uhm, yeah. Sam will love it.” Penny said.
Penny, Daniel, Maybelle and Chelsea filed into their seats as the boys entered the stadium. The football team was a wave of excitement and determination as they ran across the field. The crowd went wild, erupting into a chaos that made Maybelle’s ears ring.
Maybelle scanned the team noting how Bear stood taller above all the rest, Larson was the one hyping the team up each down, Williams hung his arm over another teammate, and she knew she should have been searching for Sam’s number nine, but her eyes fell on the Turner, number thirty-three jersey and that is where her attention remained for the duration of the game.
“I’m so proud of them.” Chelsea said as she and Maybelle stood from their seats, the last ten seconds of the clock running out.
Daniel and Penny had left during halftime leaving Chelsea and Maybelle alone to scream and cheer at the nail-biting last quarter, but their boys pulled through with a last second touchdown.
“They killed it.” Maybelle agreed.
They both walked down to the field, entering with the other few permitted family members of the players.
Almost instantly Maybelle’s eyes met with Trey’s smiling green ones as he approached. She was so busy staring she missed the incoming football player until she was tackled from the side and lifted into the air by Noah Williams.
“Did you see that game, little Mason?! We freaking wrecked them!” Williams howled, now spinning, Maybelle still held high above his head.
She had the slight temptation to tease him and point out that if not for that last minute touchdown, they would have been the wrecked ones, but she thought better of it.
Let them boast, they won, they deserved it.
“Yes, very good. Now put me down before I throw up.” Maybelle simply stated but Williams ignored her. He slung her around with a gripping arm around her waist.
“Bring it in, my guy!” He shouted.
Confused, Maybelle thought Williams was talking to her but quickly realized as she was sandwiched between two, sweaty men that he had actually addressed Trey, calling him over to smother Maybelle between them in a group hug.
With Williams at her back Maybelle looked up to face Trey who pushed himself against her into Williams. He was smirking and she knew her blushing was obvious.
Pretend. Pretend. Pretend.
“Oh my gosh! You three stay right there this deserves a picture!” Chelsea exclaimed, fumbling with her purse.
Trey pressed against Maybelle even tighter, and she glared up at him in response.
His chuckle vibrated against her chest as he leaned in, breathing a whisper into her ear, “Don’t act like you don’t like it, May. Me, pressed into you. Just like that night.”
Wow. Alright.
She tried for only a moment, but Maybelle didn’t have the whereabouts to reply. They hadn’t talked about that night once in the last week. She thought they were going to do exactly what Trey had offered that day in his bed,pretend.
That they would put on the false front that those long hours quiet and alone in his bed hadn’t been the best, most beautiful moments that had ever occurred between them. That the one fake night of being together hadn’t completely toppled Maybelle’s defenses. She thought she had gotten away, unscathed and her defiance to remain anything buthiswas still intact.
Spoiler: It wasn’t.
Truth was… Her heart was still hauled up in that bed, that night, twisted and tangled in the sheets, in Trey’s arms. Thankfully, she didn’t have to reply because Williams’s arm that was wrapped around her middle released to jab Trey in the stomach.
“Nah, that is enough. Don’t be whispering cringey ass shit in her ear while we are all pushed together like this.” Williams chided.
“Noah, smile, hun! And Maybelle, wrap your arms around Trey!” Chelsea directed bringing each of their attentions back to her and the camera. Maybelle and Noah reluctantly obeyed while Trey smiled proudly for the picture.
Chelsea and Maybelle walked with the boys back toward the locker rooms to shower and dress.
