Maverick groaned. He swiftly shifted Nova in his arms, glancing quickly around making sure no one was watching them. He picked her up and walked towards a rusted bucket leaned against the barn wall. He sat down, cradling her in his arms. Gently shaking her he said her name “Nova.” She didn’t budge. Rolling his eyes upward he sent a plea to the Goddess. “Nova, please wake up” he implored, shaking her a little harder this time. She moaned and her eye lids fluttered open. His breath caught in his throat at her emerald depths staring up at him. Goddess knows this girl would be the death of him. She sat up in his arms, not even caring of their compromised position. His hands hung idly at her sides and she was sitting centered on his lap. Her tone measured she asked him “What. Are. You. Saying.
