I huff a laugh and then press my lips to his Adam’s apple. If I’m being honest, I’ve wanted to kiss his tattooed neck since I met him all those years ago. Not that I let myself even fantasize about it. I just let the thought slip into my head before discarding it completely. Guys like Maverick don’t go for nerds like me. And the way he looks at me…well, he’s never been interested in what I have to offer. He’s only doing this out of obligation, and the smell of my pheromones is making him behave irrationally.
