An unfamiliar feeling filled Maverick as he lay on Dana’s bed, with her in his arms. Like there was nowhere else he wanted to be. Nothing more important than this moment, this woman, and the way she made him feel.
Dana’s breathing slowed and he could tell she’d fallen asleep. He should get up. Should check in with Sadist or Gizmo, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. Before he could gather the will power to do it, Maverick drifted off to sleep himself.
* * *
Movement woke him.
Maverick froze, trying to decide if the movement was normal or a danger to Dana and himself. It wasn’t until Dana shifted again, murmuring something he couldn’t make out, that he knew it was her restlessness that had woken him.
He lay in the darkness thinking. So many questions running through his head. Quest
