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The three little dots moved up and down on my phone for what seemed like forever before his reply came back.
Ben: I don’t think Abby would be down for that.
Frowning, I typed out my reply and practically broke my phone in two when I jammed the send arrow.
Me: Message received, loud and clear.
His reply came back almost instantly.
Ben: I already told you how she felt about you, Lily.
I couldn’t help but laugh.
Me: So two friends can no longer hang out together WITH your girlfriend there? We did before, and she didn’t seem to have an issue with it.
Ben: Lily, I don’t want to argue about this. I told you at the wedding how Abby feels about you. Please don’t make me choose between the two of you. I love Abby, and I’ll always choose her.
My heart felt like it dropped to the floor.
Drawing in a deep breath, I started to type out my reply, then stopped. Instead, I set my phone on the coffee table and walked over to the TV and turned it on. At the moment, I couldn’t tell if I was upset about Ben being in love with Abby, or the fact that I was losing his friendship.
The last thing Maverick had been watching was Hulu. When it opened, I couldn’t help but smile. An episode ofOnly Murders in the Buildingwas waiting to be finished. Deciding to go back to the beginning, I made a mental note where Maverick had left off and started on season one, episode one.
The sound of water running caused me to pop up from where I’d been lying down on the sofa. Then I heard a loud crash, and without thinking, I ran to the bathroom.
Throwing open the door, I let out a small yelp at the sight in front of me.
Maverick.
AnakedMaverick, leaning against the wall.
“What are you doing?” I asked, rushing over to help him.
“It’s okay. I’m fine. I got dizzy and bumped into the small table next to the tub.”
Glancing down, I saw a bottle of what looked like soaking salts on the floor. Did Maverick like to take baths? It would make sense, especially if his muscles ached after a long day of work.
I shook my head. Was I really justifying why Maverick would soak in a tub with bath salts?Jesus, Lily.
“Let me help you get into the shower,” I said as I wrapped an arm around his waist to guide him. “You’re still weak. This is the first time you’ve been out of bed in days.”
He groaned, and I stopped moving. “Am I hurting you?”
“In more ways than one. Please, just let me go. I can get into the shower without your help.”
“Bullshit, Maverick. Forget your damn male pride for one second and let me help you into the stupid-ass shower, will you?”
He turned to look at me—then smiled. “You have a dirty mouth, Lil.”
My heart did a weird little trip over itself, and I wasn’t sure if it was from the nickname or the way he’d said the worddirty. How could he make one single word soundso sexual?
“Do you need me to help you bathe?”
“No!” he quickly said. “I’ve only got so much strength left in me, and the last thing I need is your hands on me.”
“Men,” I scoffed.
“That’s right.Men,” he replied as he got himself under the shower and motioned for me to shut the glass door. “And when a beautiful woman has her hands on your naked body, your mind gets taken over by only one part of your anatomy.”
