Page 67 of Dear Future Husband: You're My End Game

She gave a quick spin to show off the name and number on the back, ecstatic with Trey’s focus on her every move, “You guys like it?” Maybelle inquired; her eyes trained on Trey who hadn’t stopped staring.

Larson and Bear both peered over at Trey who was still silent, just shamelessly gawking at her.

Finally, Larson cleared his throat, “I think you look hot!”

And that is what broke the enchantment.

Trey turned with terrifying slowness to glower at Larson who smiled a proud, smug-filled grin at him.

“Thank you, Chad.” Maybelle beamed as she nearly pranced into the kitchen to join Bear. The man had made the fluffiest pancakes she’d ever seen, caramel syrup, and chopped up strawberries with homemade whipped cream.

She went to stick a finger in the whipped cream for a quick taste, but Bear was there giving her a solid booty bump that sent her stumbling a couple steps.

“Get out of my kitchen.” He growled through his beard covered smile. Maybelle chuckled because she successfully had gotten a dollop of cream onto her finger and was sucking it clean.

She obeyed the chef leaving his part of the kitchen to sit next to Trey who was still just watching her in stunned silence. Maybelle took the seat then leaned over to whisper in his ear, “Your silent staring is getting a little creepy now.”

Trey snorted then put his face in his hands for a moment before sitting up and leaning over to whisper back in her ear, “Anything I have to say is far too inappropriate for others to hear, so you’ll have to be ok with my blatant observance of your sexy as hell body for now. At least, until I get you alone.”

Well ok then, how was she supposed to function after a comment like that? Yeah, no clue but wow.Someone get a fan in here because it is getting HOT!

Trey peeled away from her, his gaze over her body indeed unabashed and bold. Her palms were now dripping, her breathing heavy.

Good glory. This man.

Maybelle couldn’t get herself to look away from him until Bear dropped a plate in front of her with two big pancakes covered in cream, syrup, and strawberries, “Wow, this looks amazing! Thank you, Bear.”

Bear gave her a nod and went back to dishing himself up before turning to Larson who just finished polishing off his own plate.

“Clean up.” Bear ordered, his command a lot gruffer with the other football player than it had been with her.

Larson groaned but didn’t complain, he got up and began clearing the table while Bear sat at the counter digging into his own meal.

The guys spent the rest of their morning packing their things, getting dressed and in the zone for the scrimmage that would be later.

During which, Maybelle laid across Trey’s bed reading through her journal while also admiring Trey in his jersey and jeans as he packed and prepared all his things.

The scrimmage was later but before there was a tailgate party held out in the parking lot by the students, enough time before so that the players could come hangout then head in with coach to prep.

A few hours later, they all packed up, Trey, Maybelle, and Williams in Trey’s Jeep while Larson and Bear rode in Bear’s Ford Raptor. It was a sexy truck, but Trey in his black topless jeep was a freaking panty dropper. The football stadium was a less than ten-minute drive from the apartment and the parking lot was packed to the brim with vehicles, tents, cookers, and people partying.

Maybelle thought that seeing this many people together in one place might be overwhelming but nope. She was made for this, people, events, friends, excitement, she was made for college.

Trey parked the car while Williams hopped out of the back seat to open Maybelle’s door. As she hopped out, he adjusted her sleeve that had ridden up her arm to cover up her bandaged elbow then shot her a quick wink before throwing his arm over her shoulders walking with her and Trey into the crowd.

“Hey, Turner. Is Penn gonna be here?” Williams spoke over her to Trey who trailed close by.

“She told me she would be here. And she’s bringing a boy.” Trey said, the smile apparent in his voice.

“No way,” Williams called back, “Is it serious?”

They strolled past a loud group of drunk, frat boys before Trey finally responded, “Yeah, sorry to break it to you buddy, she sounded pretty head over heels for this guy.”

Trey’s hand wrapped around Maybelle’s and pulled her out from under Williams’s grasp into his own keeping with their pace through the gatherings of students eating barbecue, drinking and speakers blasting music.

“Damnit don’t tell me that.” Williams dropped his hands with a slap against his sides.

Trey chuckled hugging onto Maybelle tighter.

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