Vivienne's POV
Maverick didn’t speak at first, and I hated how that threw me off instantly. He just stared at me, really stared, like he was peeling back every excuse I’d ever tried to hide behind. The hallway buzzed with muffled noise from the contest and whatever the other bikers were doing, but between us, there was nothing. No sound, no movement. Just the weight of the truth pressing against my ribs.
“”Why?” His jaw flexed once, the only sign of emotion on his usually unreadable face. “You should’ve told him, Viv.”
My breath hitched the moment those words slid past his lips. Even if I'd tried to delude myself into thinking that I might have been overthinking and he hadn't heard or wasn't suspecting a thing, this was the wake up call that I was wrong.
Maverick knew. God. He knew.
