Chapter Forty
MADISON
Now I was the one knocking on Maverick’s door.
Late at night.
Needing to talk.
He knew I was coming because I texted him.
The door opened a second after I knocked.
Maverick stood in jeans and a t-shirt.
He looked so good I felt like asking him to put on a hoodie or ten blankets.
Or maybe I should have just turned around, ran out of there and went home.
It wasn’t my intention to end up here.
“So here you are, sweetie,” Maverick said.
“Yeah,” I said.
“Can I get you a drink?”
“Please.”
Maverick led the way to the kitchen.
I glanced around the apartment, realizing this was only the second time I was in his apartment.
The extent of our relationship (or whatever this was) revolved around him sneaking into my apartment building and my apartment.
“This place is nice,” I said.
Maverick looked back at me. “Came to just throw out some small talk?”
“No,” I said.
Maverick took two glasses out of a glass cabinet and poured us each a drink.
“We can go sit in the living room if you’d like,” he offered. “I promise I won’t turn on the fireplace. I won’t even sit within ten feet of you if that’s what you want.”
Without thinking, I grabbed for his shirt.
We both looked at my hand.
I opened my grip.
But I wasn’t done yet.
I grabbed for his hand.
How’s that any better?
I wasn’t sure.