Since I was marked, Maverick was way less clingy. He claimed he could “sense” me better (eyeroll, but cute). I mean, we still spent a lot of time together. A LOT (and I loved it. It wasn’t even annoying.) I have to say the s*x was definitely more intense, like we were connected on a deeper level. It made me wonder what would happen if I was a werewolf and could feel the full strength of our bond like he did. The longer we were together, the more I realized he was the one—that great love for which people search the world. He just happened to walk into my patient’s room and changed my life. How could I not believe in fate now?
These thoughts and more ran through my head as I rested my hip against my sink watching Maverick brush his teeth before bed. My grandma was coming back to town and I
