“Maverick I…” She bites her lip. “I think I love you.” I close my eyes, lay my head against her stomach. I don’t want to see her. I don’t want to hear that. This isn’t that. This is not love. This is…wrong. This is toxic. Fun for now, but in the long run, it’ll be fucking terrible for the both of us. No. I keep my eyes closed, listening to her breathing. Waiting for my response. “You don’t, baby. You don’t love me.”
