Third Person's POV Maverick sat on the edge of his bed, staring at a spot on the floor. The night's events played through his head in great detail, picking everything apart. He needed to make sure he was making the right choice. If he made the wrong choice, it could hurt her more than it would to walk away.But he's not sure he could walk away now, not after what he felt a short while ago. A knock at his door has Maverick lifting his head. He could tell by the gentle sound that it belonged to her delicate fingers. “Come in,” Maverick called out, and the door opened. A beautiful redhead walked in, a breath of fresh air. She looked at him carefully as she walked toward him, not stopping until she stood between his legs and her hand was on his face. “Are you okay?”“Yes. Don't worry, your father didn't hurt me. It was the fear of losing you that hurt,” Maverick said, and guilt flashed across her face. “I'm sorry! My father is very protective. Once he gets over this, I promise he wil
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