Page 71 of Dear Future Husband


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I lifted my uninjured elbow, checking out the skin infront of him before quirking a curious brow. “What about it?”

Standing from his seat at the counter, Williams finished his pop tart, nabbed a towel from the kitchen counter and wet it under the faucet.

“Come here,” he ordered, ringing out the cloth in the sink. I obeyed. When I approached him, he took hold of my arm and cleaned my aching joint.

“You going to tell me the truth now?” he asked; his eyes trained on my nasty scrape.

I sighed, hating having to admit defeat. “I was walking, and I tried to run. Made it two steps before I face-planted.”

He snorted, and I swatted his shoulder. “Can you please keep this between us? I don’t need Trey being more overprotective around me this weekend.”

His dark eyes met mine, holding for only a moment before he went back to work. “I’ll keep quiet about your fall if you keep quiet about seeing me eat his pop tarts.”

I grinned then hissed when he wiped at a particularly sensitive spot.

He left my side to reach up into a high cupboard where he pulled out a first aid kit. He recovered a bandage and placed it on my elbow. “Alright, good as new.”

“Thank you, Noah.”

I turned to retreat down the hall, back to Trey’s room but Williams cleared his throat.

“You know, I get it; Trey’s protectiveness can be a little smothering at times but cut him some slack. It’s how he cares for the people he loves and it’s nice knowing someone cares.”

26 Wrong Time, Wrong Mayhem

Maybelle

I successfully snuck back into Trey’s room without being discovered. The athlete was exactly where I left him, draped over the massive, fluffy bed.

After allowing myself a moment to gawk, I retrieved my outfit I planned for the game today and crept into Trey’s private bathroom to shower.

The bathroom was cramped, but fresh, white, and clean. The towels he had were big, plush and an elegant black. He even had an air freshener plugged into the wall that was scented with a spicy note I didn’t know the name for.

After my shower, I wrapped myself in a towel. I was applying the makeup Chelsea bought me earlier in the week. There was a peachy gloss for my lips, a pink blush and mascara. Chelsea told me I wasn’t allowed to use foundation because my skin was too good, and my freckles were too cute to cover up.

I finished applying my blush and mascara but was in the middle of painting my lips glossy when there was a soft rap on the door.

I set down the gloss, tightened the towel around my body, but let the towel wrapped in my hair topple outonto the floor just before I opened the door.

Before me stood a sleepy Trey, who must’ve just woken up by the look of his half-mast eyes, messy hair, and the imprint of the pillows on his face.

A lazy smile spread first, then his emerald eyes almost fell out of his face as he skimmed my body up, down, and back up again.

He cleared his throat and stood straighter against the door frame. “Wow, uh, yeah, just wow.”

I glanced down at myself, then back at him. “Wow, what?”

He gave me a conspiratorial look that told me I should know, but I didn’t. I was in a towel. My hair was a wet mess. What was wow about tha—ah.

I wasonlyin a towel. Practically naked.

How I brushed over that fact before opening the door, I would never know. My skin was now hot and probably super pink, but I held my ground and gave Trey my prettiest smile.

“Oh, this old thing?” I said in a proper voice as I made to curtsy in the towel like a dress. Except, when I pulled it up at the corner, I nearly flashed him my lady bits and my cheeks turned a deep strawberry color.

I risked a look at Trey, who was watching me with amusement. His eyes doing things to me I wished he would do with his hands.

“Um,” I started, needing to ease the tightening tension between us. “Do you need the bathroom? I’m almost done.”