The next few days after Maggie’s funeral were a bit of a blur, but eventually Maverick and I found a routine. We moved my things into his apartment the day of the funeral. The following day we headed into the city to finish packing up the stuff I wanted from my apartment. It took twice as long because we couldn’t keep our hands off each other. We even managed to squeeze into my tiny little shower and have some sexy time. We were insatiable and Maverick had the most amazing stamina. Plus, he was so considerate and extremely generous as a lover. It was like he got off twice as hard making sure I was pleasured. And I was, repeatedly (contented sigh). I’m not sure in what kind of love bubble we were living, but I hoped it wouldn't end.
Since we started sleeping together or “mating” as Maveric
