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Chapter Thirty
Avery
The next morning, I woke up in Maverick’s arms. I ached in places I’d never even thought could be sore. When I tried to sit up, I winced and decided I better just stay where I was. However, even with the soreness, it had been the best night of my life.
Mav had been so patient. Gentle. Sexy.
I grinned as I remembered it all. My heart did a weird fluttering thing too as I recalled mybig momentand how Maverick had kissed my forehead as I lost control. Sweet kisses that had made me feel treasured.
Looking at Mav beside me—still asleep and pretty damn adorable—my eyes watered.
Messy, light brown hair, a squared masculine jaw that somehow was softened in his sleep, and lips that just begged to be kissed—he was beautiful. His arm was under my head, and I kissed his bicep, loving the warmth of his skin.
He really was the sun, and like the sun, he had warmed something in me. Brought me to life.
I’d heard how virgins got sentimental after their first time, so maybe that was it.
“Hey, you,” he croaked in a sleep heavy voice. His blue eyes, surrounded by long, dark lashes, focused on me. “How do you feel?”
“Perfect,” I said, snuggling against his side. “A little sore, but nothing I can’t handle.”
After making out a little, we got out of bed and got dressed. Not having other clothes with me, I put on my same ones from last night.
“Damn,” I said, buttoning my pants. “What the hell are we gonna tell your parents?”
“Dad’s at work,” Maverick answered with a shrug. “And Mom won’t care. She’s the one who bought me the lube and condoms.”
I snorted. “Wow. That’s kinda awesome. Weird… but it makes sense. She—”
He came up behind me and pulled me into his arms, making me forget what I’d been about to say. His soft lips brushed across my ear, sending chills all over my body.
“If you don’t stop,” I said, pushing back into him. “I’m going to throw you back in bed and not let you out of it for the next three hours.”
He released me, and I was almost disappointed that he hadn’t taken me up on the challenge. Probably for the best, though, because I wasn’t sure I could handle that kind of action when I was already aching.
We went downstairs, and his mom did a double take upon seeing us. It was extremely awkward for me, but Mav was at ease. He explained to her that we’d nearly gotten arrested for being out so late—not a complete lie because that officer had a jerk vibe to him—so we’d come back here.
She was cool with it. And then she made us breakfast.
Around noon, Maverick took me home. I didn’t want to leave so early, but I hadn’t told Declan I wasn’t coming home the night before, so I got the feeling he was probably freaking out. I was right. Right when I walked through the door, he was in my face. For once, it wasn’t to scream at me either.
He hugged me.
“Tell me next time if you aren’t gonna come home,” Declan said. He stepped back and had this funny look on his face. “Whoa. When did I become you? Being a worry wart is your thing.”
“Oh how the tides have turned,” I said.
“Shut up.”
He proved to be an even greater worrier than I thought when I went toward the bathroom.
“What are you doing?” Declan asked, gripping my arm.
“D, I’m fine,” I reassured him, hating the fear in his brown eyes. “I’m not doing… that. I just need to shower.”
“Yeah, you do,” he agreed, curling his nose. “You reek of…” His eyes widened. “Oh my god you finally got laid!”
“We are not having this conversation,” I said, taking off toward the bathroom. Mortified.
