I looked at Maverick.
“Then I got sick,” I whispered.
“What?” Maverick asked. His face dropped.
“I got sick too,” I said. “It’s a long story that I don’t want to get into. Okay? But I’m okay now. It was scary for a little while. That’s why my father is the way he is now. He thought he was going to lose his wife and daughter within two years of each other.”
“Oh, sweetie,” Maverick said. He touched my cheek. “I can’t…”
“Mav,” I said. “I don’t get attached because I just don’t know what will happen. What if I get sick again? What if I can’t have kids? What if I don’t want kids? What if I don’t like dogs or cats or ever want a house? What if I die and leave someone missing me?”
“Too late for all of that, Madison,” Maverick said.
“What?”
“I miss you all the time,” he said. “When I’m not with you, I miss you. And you’re thinking too much into everything else. Just let life play out the way it wants to.”
“Does that include you taking this blanket off me and making me feel good?” I whispered.
Maverick growled and brushed his lips against mine.
He slowly moved on top of me.
And, yes, he took the blanket off my body.