Chapter 27: Regrets?

I almost can’t believe it happened.

It did, I was there. But never in my wildest dreams.

Or, well, yes in my dreams, cause there too.

I guess it could be called a dream come true?

Either way, I know that was an experience I would never forget.

And one I wanted again, and again.

I hadn’t seen Maverick since then. He ran off into the night and I crawled into bed wondering, once again, what the hell my life has turned into.

Now, I was in my office, Angela working away. I would rather be back in his arms, his scent twisting around me, his body against mine.

“You’re drooling again.”

My jaw snapped shut, and I glared at Angela across the way. Her eyebrows raised as if she knows a secret.

She probably does.

“I was not drooling. I’m not a dog.”

She rolls her eyes, wearing a smirk.

Actually, while I have her attention.

“Angela, I need you to do something for me.”

Her fingers stop taping away, giving me her undivided attention.

“What would that be?”