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"Ricky, I don't have a dress...and I don't belong in that world," I say, my voice tinged with uncertainty.
"You belong with me," he reassures me with a warm smile. "I want you by my side, and I'll take care of the dress and everything else you need. I want to share this part of my life with you."
The air is heavy with tension as I let out a sigh and look away. I feel his presence beside me, but I can't bring myself to meet his gaze. He seems to sense my discomfort and whispers, "Hey," as he gently tips my chin up with his finger. "You don't need to tell me today. But I will ask again, and this time, when I text you, answer. When I Facetime you, answer. When I call, you—"
"I know, answer," I cut him off with a smile.
We sit in silence for a while, staring at each other. The only sounds are our breathing and the faint chirping of crickets. Maverick rubs my hips and moves his hands until they're wrapped in my hair. He gently rubs my temple with his thumbs, and I close my eyes, enjoying the sensation.
"I want to kiss you," he rasps, breaking the silence. I open my eyes and lick my lips, and he follows the movement with his eyes.
"I shouldn't touch you or think of you this way," he continues, his voice low and strained.
"What way?" I whisper, barely audible.
"That I want you," he admits, swallowing a lump in his throat.
“Do you want me?” he asks in a deep tone.
“Yes.”
I’ve always wanted you,I say to myself. But then I think about him and Skylar—together this way.
Hold up!
Stop," I say, gently pushing him away, but he holds me in place.
"What's the matter?" he asks, looking at me with concern.
"This is weird," I whisper. "I mean, I don't know. It's just that we've been friends for so long, and now we're here, alone, and..." My words trail off as I struggle to find the right words to express my feelings.
"What's weird?" he asks, still confused.
“You had your lips on her body, and your dick in her.” My body shudders involuntarily as I contemplate the thought.
As he speaks, Adam's apple bobs up and down in his throat, betraying his anxiety. "It was just one time," he confesses, his voice barely above a whisper.
Confused, I look at him and ask, "What was?"
He gently rubs his hands up and down my arms to comfort me. "We only slept together once since we started hanging out. It was one drunken night. I didn't even realize what happened until I woke beside her the next morning. I only tried to make it work for the baby. I never wanted her, Scar. I'm so sorry it happened. But I can't take it back as much as I wanted to."
I'm stunned and hurt by his revelation. "But you had other girlfriends, right?"
He nods slowly. “Yes, but nothing serious.”
As I thought about it, everything started to click. They never acted like a real couple - no hand-holding, no kissing in public. It was all just a show. And now it made sense why he always had my back and tried to keep Skylar away from me. He did it to protect me.
But damn, it was weird to think of him and Skylar getting it on. It was like picturing two totally different puzzle pieces fitting together.
Maverick could sense my unease and discomfort. "Don't think about it. Please."
I looked up into his piercing blue eyes. Despite my apprehension, I tried to put on a brave face and respond, "It's not easy, but I'll try."
A small smile played at the corners of his lips. "Yeah?" he asked, looking at me intently.
I nodded back, hoping that my body language would convey the determination I felt inside.
Without giving me a chance to prepare, he presses his lips against mine, and just like that, I melt against him. I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him closer. He gently nips my lower lip, and when I part my lips, he dives right in with his tongue and plays tug-a-war in my mouth.
