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I think I might be a little bit in love with her.
Given them a lesson on what hockey should look like, because she’s the gold fucking standard.
“The things that make us happy are never stupid. That’s how I am with plants,”
“You,” he says, and it’s so soft, I think I might have misheard him. “Can I have you, Emmy?”
“But I’d like you a whole lot more if you got on your knees like a good boy and showed me you know how to use your tongue and fingers for something less annoying than running your mouth. If not, I have no problem making you sit in a chair and watch
while I get off from eight inches of silicone.”
Maverick Miller is the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen.
“You said you wanted me on my knees.” He drops a kiss to my shin, then kneels on the ground in front of me. “And I’ve always liked being a good boy.”
“No one’s ever made you come like this because you were with boys before. I’m a man, and I told you I like to eat. Now fucking sit.”
“How did you not notice?” “I don’t know.” He shrugs, and his fingers dance over my knee. “Guess I’ve been too busy looking at you.”
“And if I want to continue our arrangement?” he asks, soft enough so June can’t hear us. “What if I want to figure out how you take your coffee? See what plants you buy for your place and make fun of you for sleeping with eight blankets?”
I never really felt like I had a home. But with Emmy next to me, I think home is wherever she is. A place I’d like to stay forever.
When I’m in Maverick’s arms, I think I’ve finally put my feet on the ground. I think I’ve found someone who might help heal that loneliness that’s followed me for years.
