Malia~
The morning light stabbed through my curtains like it knew exactly how unsettled I was. My head throbbed slightly with the residue of last night’s chaos.
My pulse still remembered Maverick’s touch, the spark that had shot from his fingers grazing mine. I swore to myself I would behave today, keep my distance, act normal and void any temptation.
Easier said than done.
Breakfast was a blur. Mum chattered about work, the latest magazine, and the way the cat had shredded her new throw pillow. I nodded along mechanically, barely tasting my toast, barely hearing her. My thoughts kept flicking back to Maverick, to his smirk, to the way his shoulder had pressed against mine so casually it had felt like electricity.
I shoved my backpack over one shoulder, grabbed my notebooks, and step
