Page 12 of Best Part of Me

I’m in his apartment

Rosie

Holy shit!

Me

He’s letting me stay the night

Rosie

OH. MY. GOOOOOD.

Me

Get your dirty mind out of the gutter.

It’s strictly platonic.

Or have you forgotten about the blood pact?

Rosie

Fuck the pact.

This is LADIES’ MAN MAVERRRRRICK we’re talking about!!!

Heat crawls up my neck and pools in my cheeks. I peek over my shoulder and catch a glimpse of him in his room yanking open drawers.

Rosie

I’m glad you’re ok. What you did today took fucking guts. I’m proud of you.

Me

Then why do I feel so awful?

Rosie

Give it time.

Or ??

“These will be big.”

Maverick’s words jolt my attention away from my phone, but my vision goes somewhere else entirely.

Big?

“But they’ve gotta be better than that dress.” Maverick sets a stack of clothes in my arms.

“Oh... um... thanks.” I breathe out a nervous laugh.

“Turn around,” he demands.

I blink up at him. “What?”

“My guess is that contraption has some crazy pulley system that will be a pain in the ass to get out of on your own. Am I right?”

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