the little girl who was terrified and lonely every day of her life?"
"I wasn't lonely," she argued. "I had you."
"True." He kissed her again.
"I want to be that girl who had such hope. I may not have been happy, but I thought one day I would be. I don't know where I lost that."
"Then be her."
"That simple, is it?" Maggie reached up and traced the lines of his face with her fingers. She touched the softness of his lips and pulled him down to her once again. Her chest heaved against his and, by the time he pulled back, he was breathless.
"Just try," Elijah said finally. "Let's be those people. With slight ... uh ... differences." He smirked down at her and she laughed.
They heard a buzz sound through the apartment and Elijah sighed.
"The real world awaits." He rolled off her and sat up, scooting over the edge of the bed. He swung his legs over the side and look back at her with a vulnerability he rarely showed. "Are we ..." he stopped and swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down. "Are we good here?" He gestured from himself to Maggie. "After last night -"
"Elijah," Maggie cut him off. "When everything is going wrong, and it has been, you’re the only person I want with me. You’re the person I could never be without. I don't know what that means yet, but we'll figure it out."
She sat up and held the blanket to her chest with one hand while reaching towards him with the other. He gave her hand a quick squeeze and then stood, letting the blanket fall from his figure.
"You know," he said, motioning to where her hand still clasped the blanket. "I saw it all last night."
He winked and she gaped at him as he strode into the hall, bare ass naked. Strode might not be the word for what he did. Strut. Yes, he strutted naked into the hall.
###
The buzz sounded again as Maggie pulled on a pair of sweats and a tank top. She didn't bother to fix her hair as she ran into the living room. Whoever just showed up in the morning didn't get her at her best.
"Hello," she said into the intercom.
"It's your favorite person in the world." She recognized the voice immediately. "Okay, probably not first on your list. Maybe second to Jason. No, third to Elijah. Oh, what about Michaela? Do you like my sister more than me?"
"Just shut up and get yourself up here," Maggie said as she buzzed him in. She heard the shower starting and suddenly regretted that someone else was here. She wanted to join Elijah.
Just letting herself think like that made her head spin. Last night had changed everything, and there was no going back. But then, she realized she didn't want to. She wasn't scared anymore. At least, not of Elijah. She loved the way he made her feel. It had been a while for her since she felt anything for anyone.
She was snapped out of her thoughts by a knock on the door. When she opened it, she found two men standing in her doorway. Chris broke into a grin and pulled her in for a hug.
"Miss me?" he asked.
"Not at all," she laughed.
He pulled back and stuck out his bottom lip in a pout. "Maggie, it isn't nice to lie."
She pulled him into the apartment. Chris had been right, he was one of Maggie's favorite people. There was something so genuine about him. He had been good friends with Maggie, Elijah, and Jason for years now. They were like their own little city family. Last year, Michaela had joined the family when she moved in with Chris.
Chris hadn't lived in the city in months, though, and she couldn't wait until he moved back. She couldn't see him living in Connecticut much longer - especially with everything she’d heard about his parents.
"Hey, Josh!" Maggie said to the shockingly tall man beside Chris.
"What's up, Maggie?" Josh asked. "Chris and I were bored, so we wanted to see what Elijah had going on at the house today."
"You don't have training?" she asked.
It was Chris that answered her. "Josh, here, had a bit of a problem during his on-ice workout yesterday." He slung his arm over Josh's shoulders
"I wasn't lonely," she argued. "I had you."
"True." He kissed her again.
"I want to be that girl who had such hope. I may not have been happy, but I thought one day I would be. I don't know where I lost that."
"Then be her."
"That simple, is it?" Maggie reached up and traced the lines of his face with her fingers. She touched the softness of his lips and pulled him down to her once again. Her chest heaved against his and, by the time he pulled back, he was breathless.
"Just try," Elijah said finally. "Let's be those people. With slight ... uh ... differences." He smirked down at her and she laughed.
They heard a buzz sound through the apartment and Elijah sighed.
"The real world awaits." He rolled off her and sat up, scooting over the edge of the bed. He swung his legs over the side and look back at her with a vulnerability he rarely showed. "Are we ..." he stopped and swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down. "Are we good here?" He gestured from himself to Maggie. "After last night -"
"Elijah," Maggie cut him off. "When everything is going wrong, and it has been, you’re the only person I want with me. You’re the person I could never be without. I don't know what that means yet, but we'll figure it out."
She sat up and held the blanket to her chest with one hand while reaching towards him with the other. He gave her hand a quick squeeze and then stood, letting the blanket fall from his figure.
"You know," he said, motioning to where her hand still clasped the blanket. "I saw it all last night."
He winked and she gaped at him as he strode into the hall, bare ass naked. Strode might not be the word for what he did. Strut. Yes, he strutted naked into the hall.
###
The buzz sounded again as Maggie pulled on a pair of sweats and a tank top. She didn't bother to fix her hair as she ran into the living room. Whoever just showed up in the morning didn't get her at her best.
"Hello," she said into the intercom.
"It's your favorite person in the world." She recognized the voice immediately. "Okay, probably not first on your list. Maybe second to Jason. No, third to Elijah. Oh, what about Michaela? Do you like my sister more than me?"
"Just shut up and get yourself up here," Maggie said as she buzzed him in. She heard the shower starting and suddenly regretted that someone else was here. She wanted to join Elijah.
Just letting herself think like that made her head spin. Last night had changed everything, and there was no going back. But then, she realized she didn't want to. She wasn't scared anymore. At least, not of Elijah. She loved the way he made her feel. It had been a while for her since she felt anything for anyone.
She was snapped out of her thoughts by a knock on the door. When she opened it, she found two men standing in her doorway. Chris broke into a grin and pulled her in for a hug.
"Miss me?" he asked.
"Not at all," she laughed.
He pulled back and stuck out his bottom lip in a pout. "Maggie, it isn't nice to lie."
She pulled him into the apartment. Chris had been right, he was one of Maggie's favorite people. There was something so genuine about him. He had been good friends with Maggie, Elijah, and Jason for years now. They were like their own little city family. Last year, Michaela had joined the family when she moved in with Chris.
Chris hadn't lived in the city in months, though, and she couldn't wait until he moved back. She couldn't see him living in Connecticut much longer - especially with everything she’d heard about his parents.
"Hey, Josh!" Maggie said to the shockingly tall man beside Chris.
"What's up, Maggie?" Josh asked. "Chris and I were bored, so we wanted to see what Elijah had going on at the house today."
"You don't have training?" she asked.
It was Chris that answered her. "Josh, here, had a bit of a problem during his on-ice workout yesterday." He slung his arm over Josh's shoulders
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