I just kind of held his hands against my hips.
Maverick slowly lowered his forehead to mine.
The moment turned way too serious and way too hot.
“I can’t get this out of my fucking eyes!”Lay called out from the shower.“I’m going to be blind!”
That was my chance to break away from Maverick.
So, I did.
I hurried out of the locker room, then out of the arena.
I told myself I should have just kept my name as Grace, then moved out of the country to avoid a situation like this.
I metMaverick in my apartment hallway.
I opened the door for him and he grabbed for my hips again.
We stepped into my apartment and I kicked the door shut.
His lips touched mine.
We stayed just like that for a little bit.
Gently kissing.
Our tongues softly wrestling.
A slow and passionate kiss.
“I’ve been waiting for that all day,” he whispered.
“Yeah? That might be the last one, Mav.”
“Why?”
“Really?”
“Over Lay? Don’t worry about him.”
“Too late,” I said. “I’m beyond worried. I can’t believe what just happened.”
“I know. I’m sorry that happened. I had no idea he wasn’t at the restaurant.”
“So now what, Mav?”
“Honestly? Does it even matter? We’re adults, sweetie. Who cares who your father is? Who cares what I do for a living? I’m a goalie. You’re a photographer. To be fair, we hooked up before we knew the situation. Right? It’s not like I looked at you and thoughtoh, yeah, hey, there’s the new GM’s daughter… let me fuck her…”
“Don’t say it like that,” I said.
“I didn’t say it,” Maverick said. “That’s my point.”
“We can’t do this.”
“We are doing this, sweetie. And I don’t understand why it matters.”
“It just does, Mav. Okay?”