Maverick looked at me again.
It was like he had forgotten all sense of logic.
I mouthed to him -Hang up the fucking call!
“He’s with someone!” Lay yelled. “He’s in a bedroom! It’s not his bedroom! Mav, where are you right now?”
“Nowhere,” Maverick said. “I’m… busy…”
“Who are you sleeping with right now?” Lay asked. “Is she going down on you? Right now?Hey, baby, it’s Lay! From the Apple Cats! You don’t want Mav! You want me!”
Maverick still hadn’t hung up the call yet.
That’s when I had to make my move.
I slithered across my bed and reached for the phone.
Maverick tried to pull away.
I punched him in the arm.
He looked at me, curling his lip.
“Just show us what’s she doing to you, man,” Lay said.
I reached again for the phone.
“I see a hand!” Lay yelled.
That’s when I ended the video call.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” I asked Maverick. “You couldn’t just hang up on your own?”
“I don’t know what just happened there,” he said. “I was… oh, fuck, they’re calling back.”
“Are you going to answer it?” I asked.
“No,” he said. “In fact… watch…”
Maverick rejected the call. Then he went into his settings and turned off all the ways to track his phone. Then turned it off completely.
“There,” he said. “Issue solved.”
“Is it solved?” I asked. “That was close.”
“So what do you want to do then? Call it quits with this thing we have?”
I bit my bottom lip.
Maverick sat there, shirtless.
He looked too good to kick out or walk away from.
I slowly pushed myself up and climbed on top of him.
Naked.
I touched his face as he hurried to open his jeans and push them down.