Page 15 of Pit Stop

I don’t want this to be over.

But it is.

It’s the end.

The smell of food makes my stomach grumble, and I move out into the kitchen, wearing one of his oversized shirts. I should have showered, but I’m too fucking famished to bother with it right now. Or at least, that’s what I tell myself.

“You’ve lost weight,” Maverick says, his eyes moving up and down my body, and I nod.

“Guess I was too focused on fucking,” I say, almost shyly.

I push my glasses up the bridge of my nose as I watch him move around the small space, frying me up some bacon and eggs and then throwing some waffles in the toaster oven.

When he finally sets the plate before me, I eat slowly, not wanting to upset my stomach.

“When you’re done, I can drive you back home. If that’s what you want.”

He doesn’t meet my gaze, and I nod, taking a long sip of my coffee.

“Yeah. Thank you. But, like, maybe you could drop me off at the corner, so no one knows where I’ve been.”

His jaw ticks. “I’m not fucking dropping you off at the corner.”

I sigh as I stuff my mouth full of eggs. “Yeah, but like, Forest will murder you when he puts two and two together.”

“No, he won’t. He’s been with omegas during their heats. He knows how important it is. I couldn’t have just left you alone when you needed me.”

I nod, my eyes meeting his, his gaze shuttering.

“All right, but it’s your funeral.”

“I’ll gladly accept it,” he says, turning away and shoving half a waffle in his mouth. I finish up my breakfast and then move to the small bathroom, washing up in the shower. Alone, and feeling slightly despondent. Who would have thought I’d feel this way about Maverick?

Liar. You’ve always been intrigued by him. Admit it. You just said you hated him, but you secretly wanted him.

I won’t admit it, I tell myself. I refuse.

Dressing slowly, I watch as he pulls the sheets from the bed and stuffs them in the washing machine as if he wants to forget this happened as soon as possible.

When he’s done, he drives me to my parents’ house in his car, silence thick between us. I don’t know what to say. Thank you doesn’t seem to cover it.

But I manage it anyway.

“Thanks again,” I say when he turns onto our street.

He nods, his hands fisting the steering wheel tightly.

“I know you must’ve had to miss a day or two of work. I’m sorry that this whole thing was such an inconvenience.”

His gaze slashes to mine. “I told you before and I’ll say it again. It wasn’t.”

I swallow and nod, turning my eyes back to the road. “I hope we can go back to normal after this. I don’t want it to be awkward.”

“Yeah, we can. It’ll all work out.”

He doesn’t look at me but still shuts the car off, gets out, and walks me up to the front door.

Forest is in the garage, his eyes narrowing as we approach. I’m sure that despite the shower, he can still smell Maverick on me. The number of times he came inside of me was…well, I lost track of it. It’s still leaking from my ass at this very moment.

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