“Ah, fuck,” I whispered.
“What?”
“The pictures are in the back of my closet.”
Maverick put on his jeans.
I didn’t put on any clothes.
I just wore a blanket and that was fine with me.
He spread out a handful of my pictures on the bed.
“These are good,” he said to me.
“You don’t know what you’re looking at.”
“Pictures.”
“What makes them good, Mav?”
He shrugged his shoulders. “I just like them.”
“Want to buy them?”
“What?”
“If they’re that good, you should buy them from me,” I said. “Then you can hang them up and everyone will see them all the time. Right?”
“Whoa, sweetie, I said they were good. I didn’t say they were worth hanging up on my walls.”
“You’re a dick,” I said.
“You want me to break out some cash and hand it to you?”
“While I’m naked in bed after we’ve fucked?” I asked. “Sure, why not? That’ll boost my confidence.”
“Your confidence needs to be boosted?” Maverick asked. “You seemed pretty confident a little while ago.”
“I hate this arrangement now,” I said. “This should be sex and scram.”
“What’s with the confidence issues?”
“Pretend I didn’t say that.”
“But you did.”
“Stop being curious.”
“But I am,” he said.
“I’m offering you guilt-free sex that comes with some risk to it. Why do you have to dig deeper?”
“I’ll tell you something about me then,” he said. “We’ll have a real conversation.”
“Oh, sure. You want me to ask you something about hockey?”
“Yeah.”