Page 125 of Dear Future Husband

Trey’s eyebrows rose, but not out of surprise. They rose in a silent,of course you did, before he nodded to the nightstand next to his bed. The same nightstand I had, in fact, missed out on scouring because of Trey being sick and interrupting my search. “I have an e-reader. It’s in the bottom drawer and believe me when I tell you, I’ve read every book you have.”

“Why?” The question popped out of me.

His smile never faltered as he said, “Because I want to know you, May. I want to know the things you like, love, hate and dream about. I want to know what entertains you or gets your heart going faster. I want to know where your mind goes when it wants to get away. I want to know what makes you, you.”

My mouth gaped wide open. I couldn’t keep my cool now. I blushed and admired the man still drawing me in. This big, athletic boy had read every little smutty romance I had, merely because he’d seen me reading it.

“Okay, I’ll admit, that’s cute. But again, I have to ask,why?”

Those eyes were tearing into me again, returning with the tight, heavy feeling of the moment between us. Trey looked at me like I may be the only way to breathe as he held onto me and said, “Because I fell in love with you.”

His words escaped him like a long held in breath. I wanted to kiss the words from his lips so I could know the genuine, passionate taste of them. I paused before giving into the unmistakable draw.

“Youfellin love with me? You mean before—before I lost my memories?”

The answer to this question was essential, dire. I knew from reading my journal, from the stories and our friends that I was far from the same girl who originally fell asleep all those months ago.

Was Trey in love with a memory I didn’t possess or the girl who woke up?

“May, I fell in love with you while you were sleeping,” he said, then reached by me, grabbing and holding up my priceless journal.

“Before your accident, I liked you, but that is all it was. I hardly knew you. But after you fell asleep, and I stumbled upon this,” he said as he shook the book for emphasis. “I fell in love with you, your mind, your heart. The more I got to know about you, the more I fell in love. I fall more every day because you woke up the woman I learned about through the pages of this book. I see you, May. You are a rarity that I want to continue to learn about, study and understand every moment of every day for the rest of my life.”

I was spinning at unearthly speeds, flying above the clouds, and falling from dizzying heights. I may not have remembered loving anyone in my life. May not have remembered any past crushes or relationships, but in this moment... I knew without a doubt that I’d never been more seen or loved than the way Trey Turner saw and loved me.

And I loved him right back.

“I wasn’t pretending, and you were never second pick,” I quietly released into the slowly shrinking space between us. His eyes went wide with my honesty. “I’m yours, Trey. I’ve always been yours.”

The deep, weight-relieving sigh he let out had him melting into me more as he murmured against my hair, “I’ve waited so long for this.” His hands encircled me, and he molded me to him, our foreheads now resting against one another.

“I missed you,” I breathed. “Especially for our morning walks. I hated walking alone.”

His grip on my body tightened. “You weren’t alone.”

My eyes shot up to find his. “What?”

The coy chuckle Trey released was utterly delicious. “I waited outside your apartment every morning and trailed behind you like a freak.”

That would explain the uneasy feeling of being watched. Shaking my head against his, I couldn’t contain my smile. “Of course you did.”

He sniffed, then took my chin in his fingers and made me look at him. “I made a promise that you would never walk alone again, and I keep my promises.” His thumb found my lips, pressing into them like a gentle kiss.

“I’m going to kiss you now,” he said, and I smiled as I tied my arms around his neck.

“It’s about time.”

Then he was kissing me. The act was languid. He was savoring it. Drawing out and appreciating every single second, every touch. Every new overwhelmingly beautiful feeling that sparked to life in the non-existent space between us.

His hands glided and explored up and down my waist, across my stomach. One of his hands effortlessly laced itself around the base of my neck while the other now gripped the back of my knee. He drew my leg up his thigh and hooked it around his waist.

Then I was in the air as Trey wrapped both my legs around his middle. He carried me to his bed and laid me beneath him.

He admired me as he lifted a hand to caress my temple and the framing curls of my hair.

“Let me show you all the things I could only dream of doing while I waited for you to pick me,” he said.

In answer, I sat up with him, so we both knelt on the mattress. I helped him remove his shirt and then he was slipping off mine.