“Isn’t everyone a fan?”
His grin widened. “Yeah.”
“And it’s going to happeneverytime we have sex?”
“Every time.”
Shit.
That was intense.
He lowered himself over me and kissed me again a little slower and a little deeper. “Now, I believe we have a best friend to visit, an apartment to pack up, and a string of murders to solve?”
“You believe correctly,” I murmured. “But I’m not done processing this.”
“I can put it in an email, if you think that would help.”
I nodded. “Good idea.”
He snorted. “Fuck, I love you.”
“You’d better, because you’re stuck with me now,mate.”
“You can just call me that from now on.”
“Who knew you were cheesy?” I teased.
“Everyone.” Maverick leaned down and kissed me, slowly. “Ready to go back to the real world?”
“Never.”
But when he dragged me off the bed and hauled me to the shower, I didn’t protest.
We could marinate in our excitement when no one’s life was in danger anymore.
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
bloom
After we wereclean and dressed, we headed out. Maverick was in his typical jeans and t-shirt, and I wore my usual leggings, along with one of his sweaters.
He’d talked me into wearing one that was way too big for my shoulders, to show off the scarred wounds on my neck, like the possessive pain in the ass he still was.
I would’ve had to borrow his pants again if he hadn’t been hoarding mine for weeks, but he had been.
So, no borrowing was required.
I’d tied my damp hair up in a bun before we left, too.
“Oh, shit,” I said.
“What?” He looked up and down the hallway, like he was checking for threats.
“Are you going to make me do my own laundry now? I should’ve considered this before sealing the bond.”
“Is that your dealbreaker? Laundry?”
“Don’t act surprised. You saw the pile of dirty clothes in my apartment.”
