Gia
Silence stretched between us, heavy and deafening. The wounded look on his face was now gone and now he was staring at me like he was studying me.
"You have changed, Gia," he said, putting an end to the unease that curled low in my stomach from the weight of his stare.
"How?"
"That Bikini—" he drawled. "The Gia that I know isn't comfortable with showing skin in public. She wouldn't have her tongue down someone's throat where everyone could see,”
This was it! There was something about this place—the need to spark a reaction out of Maverick—that was bringing out a side of me that I didn't know. I guess there was much more to me that I haven't even discovered yet.
"Another man? And it is just my boyfriend. Have you ever stopped to wonder that maybe I'm more comfortable being myse
