Page 64 of Dear Future Husband

He sat down at the spot I had made out for him. I tried stepping away from his side of the table, but he was already pulling me back to him by the waistband of my pants. He tugged until I fell backwards onto his lap. My legs draped over one side, as his arms immediately caged me.

Smiling, I laced my arms around his neck.

This was the place I wanted to spend the rest of my quickly fading time with him. Right here on his lap, in his arms, was my new home.

“Seriously, May. Thank you. This all looks delicious.”

I scoffed. “Well, don’t thank me until you try it first. It might be gross.”

My gaze cautiously landed back on the food in front of us. Trey chuckled. I hadn’t realized he moved one of his arms from around me until his fingers pinched my chin, turning my attention back to him.

His sensual green eyes flicked back and forth between my eyes and my lips.

He pulled my face into his, our lips meeting in a soft, inviting kiss. I could feel the fingers around my waist tangle to the denim loops of my pants, while his hand on my chin traced down my throat. His fingertips danced across the exposed skin of my neck and swooped back around to cup my nape.

Every one of his touches was so methodically placed and timed with the exploration of his tongue in my mouth.

Trey brought me in tighter, deepening the kiss for a brief second that teased and stole the breath from my lungs. He slowly pulled back, gliding his tongue across the seam of my now slightly swollen lips. When he broke the kiss, both of us lightly panting, he licked his lips and his smirking eyes met mine.

“You are delicious,” he whispered and placed another kiss to the hollow of my throat.

Wow.

Forget eggs and bacon. Breakfast was right here and now that I’d gotten a couple tastes, I was eager to take a bite—but I couldn’t, not yet. There was a little warning bell going off, some place deep in my subconscious, warning me, pulling me back with a message I felt in my bones.

Slow was good. Slow was safe.

It still took every ounce of my depleting self-restraint to stand from his lap and sit myself on the opposite side of the table. And by the look of his smug smile, he knew it.

“Your first game is this Friday, right?”

I stuffed a large bite of eggs into my mouth, noting that Trey’s intense gaze was still glued on my every move.

After a couple of beats, he finally answered, “Yeah, what about it?” He took a chunk out of one of his bacon pieces.

I swallowed. “Is it okay if I go? I was serious when I said I wanted to go, but I also don’t want to be a bother.”

I absolutely wanted to be a bother, but it was up to Trey and Chelsea to chauffeur me around.

He nodded as he finished up his bite. “Of course, I already talked to my mom about it. She’s going to drive you out after your last therapy session on Thursday. You’ll stay with me at my place Thursday and Friday night, then we’ll drive back here together on Saturday.”

Excitement bubbled in my belly; I was going to college for the weekend. Not just college, a football game, maybe a party or two. I tried to stifle my level of overwhelming exhilaration by pinching my lips together, but who was I kidding? I could hide nothing from the boy who watched me like it was his job to.

Trey smiled back. “You excited?”

I nodded, plopping another bite of eggs into my mouth.

“Good, I’m excited for you to meet my friends.”

I was looking forward to that too.

The front door opening and closing had us twisting in our seats to see Chelsea entering the house.

“Hey mom,” Trey greeted at the same time I called out, “Morning, Chelsea.”

Even after a full night shift, Chelsea was stunning with her brown hair up in a tight pony and her eyes bright with her smile.

“Hey, kids.”