Then I stared at Maverick’s name on the screen.
There wasn’t much to gain if I called him.
Right?
I probably did owe him an apology. That was at the very least.
Before I could make my decision, a text message came through.
From Maverick.
Should I knock?
I gasped and looked at my door.
There was no way Maverick was here…
I opened the door.
Maverick was here.
He looked delicious.
He smelled clean.
I wasn’t exactly a fan of the way he made me feel as I looked at him.
Oh, who am I kidding? I love this feeling. I love it a lot.
“Was on my way home and thought I’d see how you were doing,” he said.
“Why?”
“You sounded upset on the phone and you hung up on me.”
“And you don’t take that as a hint?”
“I take it as a big hint, sweetie,” he said. “I’m leaving tomorrow for a road trip. We have a couple of away games.”
“Oh. I get it now.”
“Get what?”
“You’re leaving,” I said. “So you wanted to drop by and get one last fuck from me?”
“I must be the luckiest guy in the world to know you, Madison,” Maverick said. “All you want to talk about is sex. All you want to do is have sex.”
“That’s just who I am,” I said.
“But I must be the dumbest guy in the world too,” he said. “Because I can see through that. Instead of just leaving that cloak up and enjoying the hell out of it, I actually wonder what’s really going on.”
“What do you think I’m hiding?”
“Do you really want me to answer that, sweetie?”
“Actually, I do,” I said. “I’m in a mood right now, Mav. And you’re pressing buttons.”
Maverick stepped into my apartment and shut the door.