Reckless Hearts

by Jessa Wilder

“I should’ve done it back then,” I whisper. “Should’ve chased you the second you fell. Followed you to the hospital. Who the fuck cares about the championship when it cost me you?”

Pleaseeeee Mav 😭🩷

“And I never wanted to beat you,” I admit. “I always wanted to be next to you. Sharing every moment of it. Because what’s the fucking point if you aren’t there with me?” “Maverick.”

Like actually swooning fr 🤭

“Don’t hide from me, sweetheart,” Maverick says, smoothing his palm across Colt’s hairline with a ridiculous amount of tenderness. “You’re my favorite thing to look at.”