away from her.
“I’ve never met someone quite like you, Becs,” He laughed as he stood up. “You’re my kinda different.”
“I’m as normal as any Truaillithe, I guess,” she joked, standing up as well.
Maverick’s usual cocky smile returned to his face, “So, do I now have the right to lecture you about running off into the woods late at night?”
Rebecca playfully rolled her eyes at him, “No, now you have even less of a right.” Ignoring the fact that she still, infuriatingly, longed for him, she grabbed his arm, squeezing it slightly as she spoke, “But I promise, Maverick, I won’t do it again.”
Maverick nodded and then moved to the edge of the rock. Throwing his legs over the edge, he pushed off and landed gracefully on the ground below. Turning back around to face the rock, he raised his hands up to help Rebecca. Crouching down and balancing on the edge, she lowered herself to him, allowing him to assist her slowly to the ground. His strong hands squeezed tightly onto her body as he gradually guided her down.
“If I didn’t know better, I’d think you tricked me into coming out here tonight,” Maverick teased.
Rebecca was about to protest when suddenly Maverick brought her into a tight bear hug, squeezing her almost to the point where Rebecca couldn’t breathe. She was just about to start begging for air when he loosened slightly.
“I’m so glad I found you, Becs,” Maverick said, keeping her enveloped in his arms.
“Please don’t break me,” Rebecca chuckled, her head still slightly crushed into his chest.
Maverick laughed and pulled away, a bit embarrassed.
Rebecca smiled at him and shook her head.
Turning toward the house, they began to make their way back silently. Although they walked separately for the first few steps, Rebecca soon felt Maverick’s hand searching for her own. As his fingertips slid slowly down her forearm, she offered out her hand and allowed their fingers to intertwine. Though she still felt somewhat deflated by everything that had happened between them tonight, this small gesture helped to calm any ill thoughts that had risen up from the dark corners of her mind.
When they were almost in sight of the garden, Maverick squeezed Rebecca’s hand, bringing her to a stop. “Thank you for being so understanding tonight. It’s hard for me to ignore how I feel, but we need to do what’s best for the crew, what’s best for everyone. No one can know what was said out here tonight.” Though his voice was strong, he couldn’t mask the worry that spread across his face, as if he expected Rebecca to object to what he’d said.
Truthfully, Rebecca had no want for the others to know how she felt. She’d only just started to mesh with the crew, and she didn’t want them looking at her differently or judging her because she and Maverick had feelings for one another. But more importantly, she knew that, as their leader, it was better if Maverick didn’t seem to have a favorite amongst them, especially one so new to the group.
“It’s cool,” she said, smiling softly to reassure him. “Nothing happened anyway, right?”
“Right,” he said, smiling back at her. Maverick paused for a second, his expression growing serious. “Thank you,” he whispered as he pulled her toward him, pressing her tightly against him in an urgent embrace. Every one of his muscles tensed up as he held onto her, and she too clutched firmly onto him, feeling as if they could never quite get close enough.
Eventually, Maverick leaned away from her, though his arms remained loosely draped around her shoulders. “It’s gonna be hard to always be so nonchalant around you now that I’ve told you how I feel… ” Though he laughed slightly as he spoke, she could sense the uneasiness in his voice.
Rebecca smiled and brought her hands in front of her and placed them on his chest. “The crew has to come first, I can understand that.”
Maverick nodded, “Thank you Becs,
“I’ve never met someone quite like you, Becs,” He laughed as he stood up. “You’re my kinda different.”
“I’m as normal as any Truaillithe, I guess,” she joked, standing up as well.
Maverick’s usual cocky smile returned to his face, “So, do I now have the right to lecture you about running off into the woods late at night?”
Rebecca playfully rolled her eyes at him, “No, now you have even less of a right.” Ignoring the fact that she still, infuriatingly, longed for him, she grabbed his arm, squeezing it slightly as she spoke, “But I promise, Maverick, I won’t do it again.”
Maverick nodded and then moved to the edge of the rock. Throwing his legs over the edge, he pushed off and landed gracefully on the ground below. Turning back around to face the rock, he raised his hands up to help Rebecca. Crouching down and balancing on the edge, she lowered herself to him, allowing him to assist her slowly to the ground. His strong hands squeezed tightly onto her body as he gradually guided her down.
“If I didn’t know better, I’d think you tricked me into coming out here tonight,” Maverick teased.
Rebecca was about to protest when suddenly Maverick brought her into a tight bear hug, squeezing her almost to the point where Rebecca couldn’t breathe. She was just about to start begging for air when he loosened slightly.
“I’m so glad I found you, Becs,” Maverick said, keeping her enveloped in his arms.
“Please don’t break me,” Rebecca chuckled, her head still slightly crushed into his chest.
Maverick laughed and pulled away, a bit embarrassed.
Rebecca smiled at him and shook her head.
Turning toward the house, they began to make their way back silently. Although they walked separately for the first few steps, Rebecca soon felt Maverick’s hand searching for her own. As his fingertips slid slowly down her forearm, she offered out her hand and allowed their fingers to intertwine. Though she still felt somewhat deflated by everything that had happened between them tonight, this small gesture helped to calm any ill thoughts that had risen up from the dark corners of her mind.
When they were almost in sight of the garden, Maverick squeezed Rebecca’s hand, bringing her to a stop. “Thank you for being so understanding tonight. It’s hard for me to ignore how I feel, but we need to do what’s best for the crew, what’s best for everyone. No one can know what was said out here tonight.” Though his voice was strong, he couldn’t mask the worry that spread across his face, as if he expected Rebecca to object to what he’d said.
Truthfully, Rebecca had no want for the others to know how she felt. She’d only just started to mesh with the crew, and she didn’t want them looking at her differently or judging her because she and Maverick had feelings for one another. But more importantly, she knew that, as their leader, it was better if Maverick didn’t seem to have a favorite amongst them, especially one so new to the group.
“It’s cool,” she said, smiling softly to reassure him. “Nothing happened anyway, right?”
“Right,” he said, smiling back at her. Maverick paused for a second, his expression growing serious. “Thank you,” he whispered as he pulled her toward him, pressing her tightly against him in an urgent embrace. Every one of his muscles tensed up as he held onto her, and she too clutched firmly onto him, feeling as if they could never quite get close enough.
Eventually, Maverick leaned away from her, though his arms remained loosely draped around her shoulders. “It’s gonna be hard to always be so nonchalant around you now that I’ve told you how I feel… ” Though he laughed slightly as he spoke, she could sense the uneasiness in his voice.
Rebecca smiled and brought her hands in front of her and placed them on his chest. “The crew has to come first, I can understand that.”
Maverick nodded, “Thank you Becs,
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