Chapter Seventeen
Maisie
I stared at Beck and felt my cheeks go hot. He was wearing battered, faded jeans streaked with dirt and a gray t-shirt that did nothing to hide his ridiculously muscled chest and arms. His heavy gear bag fell to the floor with a thump. It took me a second to realize he was rounding the desk and coming straight for me. In a flash, he was beside me, his dark green gaze bearing into me.
My pulse lunged, my breath hitched, and heat flooded me. All he had to do was look at me and my s*x clenched. He’d been gone two whole weeks, and I’d missed him. Terribly. My heart gave a resounding little kick to my ribs as I stared at him. His black curls were messy and windblown. He probably hadn’t showered in days, if not for the entire time he’d been gone. I was using the term
