Page 56 of Dear Future Husband

“Yes, around noon.”

He was whispering now, and his breath was warm on my skin. His hand on my cheek now tangled up in my hair at the nape of my neck, keeping me close.

An inch. That was the only space between our open mouths now. I wanted to kiss him, to tangle up against him. To feel him feeling me and we were so, so close. I closed my eyes, clung to the bag in my arms, and tilted my mouth ever so slightly up to him.

The inch of space disappeared as skin met skin… Only, it wasn’t lips on lips. He kissed the corner of my mouth—mostly my cheek.

I opened my eyes, and he was staring at me with the biggest, maliciously teasing smirk on his face.

“Mayhem… I think you might be obsessed with me.”

My mouth gaped as he laughed. I scoffed, trying to take a step back, but his hold on me didn’t falter.

“Well—It’s not like it’s a secret,” I barked out, through my now rapid breaths. “I’ve been very vocal about how attractive I find you.”

Staring up at him, I halfheartedly pulled against his grasp. Trey brought me back against him and buried his face into my neck as amusement shook him. His upturned lips pressed into the bare skin beneath my ear as he said, “God, you’re addicting.”

His lips trailed up my neck, lighting my senses on fire. I was melting, losing my hold on the bag in my hands and my grasp on reality.

“For the record,” he whispered as he nipped at myear. “You are the only thing that occupies my thoughts.” His feather light kisses trailed from my ear, across my jaw and up my chin, making my head roll back.

“You were right that first night,” he spoke so sensually low, his voice hummed against my skin. “I was obsessed with you then, but I am entirely consumed by you now.”

His mouth collapsed against mine, and this time he did not miss. No, Trey knew exactly where to go as his kiss overtook me. The hand in my hair gripped and begged for more while his other hand left my hip, plucked the backpack from my arms, and tossed it around me, into my open bedroom.

The spike of feeling and emotions that flooded my system with each new touch and sweep of his tongue against my lips made me quake.

I thought I was awake before, finally started real life when I made the choice to walk on my own, but that was nothing compared to the fiery warmth coursing through my veins.

Trey’s heart raced against my chest as both his considerable hands cupped my face. His thumbs stroked my cheeks as he broke the kiss. I didn’t open my eyes, hoping to remain in the blissful moment with only the sound of our heavy breathing filling the space between us.

“May,” he prayed into the air. I opened my eyes and met Trey’s smiling forest green gaze. “I’ve been wanting to do that for a really long time.” He pressed himself against me for one last chaste kiss on my lips before pulling away to place a peck on my brow.

“Goodnight, May.”

Then he was gone, his body heat and presence stolen from me as he strolled down the hall to his bedroom. But before leaving the hall into his room, he slid me one last look.

I was still standing in the same spot, like an idiot. Igawked after him, lacking the brainpower to function after such a magical moment. I stabilized myself against my door frame, straightening my posture.

His smile grew.

Still unable to use my words, I hit him with a mock salute, followed by a quick wave as I nearly stumbled into my bedroom. Once I shut my door and leaned up against the other side. I inhaled, filling my lungs with a full needed breath.

I fell asleep that night with a smile on my lips as I replayed those words Trey said to me and the patterns he kissed up my neck.

He left the next morning just before noon, but not before grabbing my phone and putting his number in my contacts. He told me he would text me every day and that he planned to be back home by Saturday morning.

The rest of Sunday passed. Chelsea and I ended the day by eating dinner and watching a romcom together. I didn’t hear from Trey that night, but Chelsea got a text from him saying he made it back to school safely.

Monday came with another torturous session of physical therapy with Annalise. I couldn’t deny the pride that swelled in my chest when Annalise was absolutely dumbfounded by the progress I made in the little time we had apart.

That pride was quickly crushed by the end of our session, though. I was sore and utterly weak at the conclusion of it, sending me off to bed for the night pretty early. Still no word from Trey. But Tuesday morning I woke to see one missed call and three unread messages from a contact under the name,Boyfriend.

Two of the messages sent the night prior read:

The last unread message was sent that morning only minutes before I woke up.

Thankfully, I was alone in the privacy of my room because I smiled like an idiot while typing out my reply.