Temptation

Chapter Eleven: Thanksgiving

Thanksgiving

Thanksgiving. It was finally Thanksgiving, and Carlie had never been more excited. She had spent two and a half days completely alone with Trenton in their hotel room, and they learned more about each other than ever before. No, he wasn't perfect. He was jealous, he thought everything was his fault, and Carlie learned that he was a nervous wreck.

As she sat up from the covers slowly, Carlie noticed she was alone until Trenton came storming out of the bathroom, his shirt open. She shook her head as he stood in the mirror in front of her, unaware she was awake. She watched as he mumbled to himself, holding up two ties next to him. Neither worked, and he was getting frustrated.

Carlie sat up on her knees and shuffled to the end of the bed with a sheet tied around her waist.

"Why don't you just wear the blue sweater you brought, honey? It looks nice with your eyes," Carlie suggested as her hands rubbed Trenton's abs and he huffed.

"With what tie?"

"No tie," Carlie shook her head as Trenton nodded. He turned to her, kissing her lips lightly as she began buttoning his shirt.

"Good morning. How'd you sleep?" Trenton questioned as Carlie looked down with her cheeks burning.

"Well, but you knew that," Carlie smirked to herself.

"Did I?" Trenton mumbled, lifting her head up.

"Mhm, how'd you sleep?"

"You know that, too... I'm nervous," he frowned as Carlie finished buttoning.

"It will be fine, babe. As long as you say 'yes ma'am' and 'yes sir', they will love you."

"How about yes madam and yes sir?"

"That accent," Carlie groaned as Trenton smirked.

"If I wasn't already dressed, I'd talk to you for a few more hours like this," Trenton said, his voice suggestive.

"I would, but my legs are done. You have killed them," Carlie frowned as Trenton pouted.

"I'm sorry. Are you okay?" He asked, concerned as he pushed her messy hair back. Carlie smiled softly at him and lifted her hand to his cheek.

"You love me, huh?"

"You love me," Trenton boasted as Carlie giggled.

"I do. But I'm fine, thank you. I'm just worn out. Maybe spending most of yesterday with you in here was a mistake," Carlie teased as Trenton gasped, feigning hurt.

"Wow! That one hurt. I deserve more time with you in here... alone," he demanded as Carlie laughed.

"I have to shower and get ready. Will you hold down the fort out here?"

"Yes, baby. If you need me, call me," Trenton said, helping Carlie pull on her boot cover before her shower. "When does this thing come off?"

"Three more weeks," Carlie groaned as Trenton nodded.

"As long as you'll feel better, I don't care how long. I hate this happened—"

"Hey," Carlie called, causing Trenton to pause. "It's not your fault. You saved me. If you wouldn't have come out when you did, I could've died, and Chrissy's arm could've been worse."

"Sorry—"

"And no sorries. You told me the same thing... I love you, no matter what," Carlie nodded as Trenton pecked her lips.

"I love you, too. I'll be here," Trenton replied as Carlie stood from the bed slowly, and Trenton helped her wobble to the shower.

Carlie held Trenton's hand in the back seat of their rented car as their driver drove toward Marrero, Louisiana, a little over thirty minutes from New Orleans. He was nervous, but at the same time, he couldn't wait to meet the people closest to her. Carlie was ready, too. He had been her rock since they met, and she wanted everyone in her family to meet the man who had all of her heart. Carlie gave Trenton's hand a squeeze when he began shaking his leg, letting him know it would be okay. She lifted his hand to her lips, and gave him a smile. She had a feeling everything would be wonderful. She felt it deep down. There was no way they wouldn't like Trenton when she loved him.