MAVERICK

I knew something wasn’t right when he walked into the kitchen. We may have only known for a few weeks, but Lake was a ray of sunshine. But not tonight, though. He seemed to have carried the whole world on his shoulder, and I had a feeling that it had something to do with his announcement.

And that kiss— it was something— deep and meaningful as if he was pouring out all his emotions, wearing his heart on his sleeves.

“He can fuck with it.” He was mad. I ...