Chapter 22
I swear I am nearly doing a victory dance right there on the freaking lawn, no joke. As soon as I walk out of my house and see Trey’s truck sitting in my driveway, I have to fight my hips from wiggling and my arms from rising into the air.
He climbs out of his truck, and I’m mesmerized as he walks around the front and opens the passenger door. He is wearing his usual faded jeans, work boots, and this time a red polo-style shirt. The red is arresting on him. It brings out the gold in his tan skin and makes his black hair appear even darker. I feel so plain in my shorts and long sleeve tee. It is a fitted tee, so at least it shows what little curves I have. Even with the pink streaks in my hair, next to exotic looking Trey, I feel like I could simply blend in with my surrounding
