The next morning, I laid in bed relishing the kiss I shared with Maverick last night. It was unexpected, so sweet, and definitely a point in favor of staying. The thought startled me. Did I want to stay? Could I be part of Maverick's world and accept the magic around me? I definitely couldn't ignore the tension I was feeling. After I shut my door last night, I jumped into a cold shower and got myself off in an attempt to relieve some of my tension. It didn’t work. I prided myself on being an empowered woman fully in control of her own sexuality. I wasn’t innocent and I wasn’t a prude. Hopefully, I would feel comfortable enough to take the next step soon. In the meantime, I started to consider what it might be like, to maybe think about staying and making a life with Maverick. Plus, what ki
