Page 101 of Dear Future Husband

“W-what?”

“Why him?” Trey repeated.And not me?

“He’s sweet.”

“Sweet?” he scoffed.

“What’s wrong with sweet?” I shot back.

The green in his eyes shone through the dark. “I know you, May. You don’t want just sweet. You like a challenge,” as he said this, he took a step toward me.

“You want confidence,” he said with another stride that made my entire body tremble.

Another long step. Only inches laid between us, and I refused to back down.

“You want someone who will listen. Who will holdyou. Someone who can keep up.” He pressed in so close I couldn’t help but fall back into the truck door.

I didn’t take my eyes from his as I whispered, “He kissed me.”

He shuddered. “I know. I saw.”

He placed his hands against the car, by either side of my face.

“It was nice,” I said, biting my bottom lip. His mouth tilted up to show off a dimple.

“Nice?” he snarked. “How romantic. That’s how I’d describe a spring day. Not a good kiss, but to each his own.”

“You’re being rude,” I said, crossing my arms over my chest. Like the added barrier between our bodies could soothe my beating heart.

Trey chuckled, the laughter sounding more forced than amused. Taking a step back, he looked me up and down, his gaze falling heavily on my lips.

“And how would you describe our kiss?”

Mind-melting, devastating, addictive... My lips remained sealed. I refused to speak, knowing I’d say something damning if I did.

His grin widened. “That’s what I thought.”

“I didn’t say anything.”

“You didn’t have to,” was all he said before Bear came around the corner, serving as a welcome interruption.

His focus darted between us. “Hey, May, I’m here to take you home.”

I blushed, realizing I was pressed into the truck while Trey stood about a yard away from me. “Please, don’t feel you have to leave early because of me.”

“No, I should be thanking you for the escape. There was a drunk girl in there asking if she could try braiding my beard.” Despite the tension, my smile twitched up as Bear stroked his beard protectively.

“Okay. Maybe we can grab some food on the wayback? I’m starving.” I was leaving, and not because Trey insisted. But because I was exhausted and so done with the mess of a night.

“Absolutely,” he said. “Text me when the other guys are done, and I’ll be back to pick you up,” he directed at Trey as he stepped into the driver's seat while I had to jump into the passenger seat.

I reached for my door, but Trey was there holding it open, a smirk playing on his lips.

“Goodnight, Mayhem. Also, we’re tutoring tomorrow morning after our walk. Don’t be late.” And before I could even exhale my rebuttal, the door clapped shut.

“I hate him,” I grumbled, slumping into my seat.

Bear’s eyes shifted to me, remaining more focused on the road as we rolled down the street.