Page 53 of Make You Mine

“I’ve missed you guys too.”

My phone dings in my pocket, and I pull it out, hoping it's Nico, and I’m instantly annoyed by the preview of the text.

Amelia

Hey Trent. Just checking in on you since I haven’t seen you in classes lately. Would love to get together and study for finals. Hope you have a great Thanksgiving break!

Not a chance in hell.

I slide my phone back into my pocket. That study session will never happen.

My mom’s excited tone draws me back into the conversation. “Will you and Ashley be able to come here for Christmas? If not, maybe Dad and I can come to New York and see you guys and Trevor.”

It’s not like I can say…“Well, Mom, Ashley’s married, and I’m just waiting till my boss gives me the go-ahead to kill her motherfucker of a husband safely without backlash for her family or ours.”

Instead, I go with, “I’m sure we can, but let me see what her plan is with her mom and brother.”

“Okay, well, even if it's early like this, let’s pick something that works for everyone. Her mom is welcome to join you guys next time.” I know Ashley will appreciate that offer, and in a perfect world, we would do just that. Actual Thanksgiving Day is this coming Thursday, and I hate I won’t be able to go to her mother’s with her; even if Junior isn’t here, it’s not fair to her mom to put her at risk that way.

“Speaking of…who is the other guy with her brother?”

My mom’s question throws me off. I take a second to get my answer together. I’m surprised I didn’t consider that the question might come up. “Oh, Luca is one of Micah’s best friends. Trevor and I have gotten really close with him, too, and he doesn’t have much family.”

The answer is semi-truthful. Luca has become a great friend to us, but he is also here on duty. It’s been cool seeing him relax and have a little fun too. He fits right in with everyone. Well, as soon as he and Micah were debriefed on not to let their gazes linger too long on Lottie, Emerson, or Jade, it was all good.

My mom smiles. “That’s kind of y’all. He is always welcomed.”

“Okay, potatoes are done. Now show me exactly how you make it.” I smile at my mom. “I gotta be able to make it just right for my wife one day.”

My mom lets out an excited yelp. “Are you saying you are going to marry her one day?”

“If I have anything to say about it.”

“It looks the exact same,”Ashley says, whispering as she walks around curiously, studying my bedroom.

I hear a tiny gasp leave her lips, and I know exactly what she just noticed.

She kicks her boots off and climbs onto my bed, running her hand over the framed football jersey my mom made for me at the end of my senior year of high school.

The souvenir I kept from our night together over four years ago is pinned between the frame and the wall. It’s a piece of her costume she left behind like Cinderella when she dashed out of here that night.

Just with a much sexier outfit and a lot more action before the clock struck midnight.

“You kept them.” She looks from me to the bunny ears now in her hand.

“Of course I did.”

A lust-driven smirk spreads over her fuckable lips, and she slides the bunny ears on her head.

“That was a fun night.”

Moving to the edge of the bed, I run my hands under her oversized sweater, cupping her ass cheeks and pulling her toward me.

“No running from me tonight, Doll.” I push her sweater up and over her head. “Unless you want to be chased.”

“Umm, what are you doing, Trent? Isn’t your parents’ room like right underneath us?” She tries to hide her smile by biting her lip, only turning me on even more.

“So?”

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