The next morning, I woke up on my side, holding Maverick’s hand, our fingers tangled together. Apparently, I couldn’t bear to not touch him while I slept. Maverick was awake, staring at the ceiling, arm propped behind his head with the sheet barely covering his lower half, his magnificent abs on full display. (Yum.)
“Good morning,” I whispered.
He rolled his head over to look at me and smiled, “morning.” I scooted over so I could get some proper morning cuddles. Maverick gave me a little kiss and wrapped his arm around me.
“How are you feeling about today?” I asked.
“I don’t know. Sad, relieved, kind of lonely, I suppose. I don’t have any family left,” his arm tightened around me, “except for you. I’m really glad you’re here with me.”
I cuddled closer, “I’ll be right next to you all d
