A bad Dream

AVERY

I stepped out of the bathroom only to collide with something. I grabbed the first thing I could and steadied myself from falling. I looked up at the wall in front of me to see Maverick staring at me with worry written all over his face.

My hand went down to his arm that I was squeezing tight. My eyes widened and I immediately let go of his arm.

"Are you okay?" I asked eyeing where my hand just left.

He didn't give me a reply and only pulled me into his embrace making me gasp slightly at the sudden gesture.

"What are…"

"Stay still." He mumbled into my hair.

"I didn't wash my hair," I warned and he immediately moved his head away from it. A light chuckle escaped my lips and I wrapped my hand around his waist.

"Are you angry?" He asked suddenly.

"About what?"

"What I said earlier."

"What?"

He pinched my waist in return and I slapped his back lightly out of instinct. He froze on my arm and so did I. Did I just slap Maverick?

"You..."

"Sorry. I did it out of instinct.