*Tatum* I freeze under his kiss, his soft lips flush with mine as his arms cling to me for life. My heart is racing, beating out of my chest as I try to understand what is happening, if this is actually real? Maverick’s touch grows gentle as he moves to pull away and I panic, grabbing onto his face and pulling it closer to me as I kiss him back. His chest hums, and I try to catch my breath as our lips dance together. Maverick’s hands grip my jacket, pressing my body as close as he can before he rips away, pressing his forehead to mine. His hot breath mingles with mine as we try to breathe, sucking in the cold air that seems to fail to pull us from this little haven we have found. Neither of us speaks as we stay immovable in time. Each passing second, I can feel my thoughts trying to creep in. The ones I can’t bring myself to welcome. The ones that will rip me from this dream. I have wanted this for too long, needed it for years, so for now I relish it. Being in his arms, holding on
*Maverick* “River,” I growl, low in my chest, without taking my eyes off the bathroom door on the other side of the living room. “Is there something you’d like to say to me?” “What did you do to her?” She says, settling in on the arm of the couch facing me. “Why do you assume I did anything?” I scoff. “Maverick, I’m going to fill you in on something you may not know. When a girl literally runs from you and hides in the bathroom, that usually means you are the problem.” I hate how her words make me feel, and I turn to look at her. “And you are sure she was trying to escape me, not someone or something else?” I ask her, arching a curious brow. “She sure as shit wasn’t trying to escape me.” She sighs, leaning forward and resting her elbows on her bent knees. “What did you do?” I clench my jaw, refusing to tell River a damn thing. If Tatum wants her to know she can tell her on her own, I won’t be informing her, though. The last thing I need is River cursing me out for the kiss.
A sliver of light slips through the curtain, dancing on Tatum’s smooth cheek. She must be used to the light in her face as she snores peacefully through what I would consider to be a distraction. I’ve seen Tatum sleep in the past, be it falling asleep during a movie or just being exhausted and passing out on the couch, and my sentiment on her sleeping has not changed. It’s not my favorite way to see her. Not that she doesn’t look like an angel, she does. But there is no smile, no sassy lip twitch as she tries to put me in my place and fails. The most beautiful thing about Tatum is her expressive nature. The way her emotions bleed from her eyes and pour from her lips. No, she may look perfect when she is sleeping, but when she is awake, she is less than perfect and I’d take that any day. Muffled clanking floats under the door, and I rise in my sweatpants and shirt as I tiptoe across the room and ease the door open. The hallway is empty as I step out and peek into the kitchen to see
The car idles outside of Tatum’s family home, my knee bouncing as I unlock the door for Tatum to hop out. She pauses and I look over at her, a worried expression dotting her brow as she watches me. Her hand drops from the door handle and she releases a heavy sigh. “Seriously?” she asks, and I arch a brow. “What?” “Are you such a coward you can’t even come in to face them?” an amused smirk takes over her face and I scoff, my hands tightening on the steering wheel before they release and I drop them into my lap. “I have nothing to say to them,” I say softly and she rolls her eyes. “Then don’t talk.” Then she opens the door and tugs her coat around her body as she runs into her house. She is right, my usual go to is just ignoring people. It shouldn’t be that hard except…except that these aren’t just strangers or a friend of Tatum’s. These are the people that know my every fault. Shit, Mara changed my diapers when I was a baby and Nathan used to spare with me in the yard. And Ja
*Tatum*The moment we hit pack grounds a sense of anxiousness settles in my gut, I wring my hands unsure what is going on with me. I should be excited, happy to be back, yet all I can think about is Artemis’ present for me. I heave out a heavy sigh as Maverick pulls into the garage this time, turning off the car. Neither of us moves. Maverick taps his palm on the steering wheel for a moment. “You ready?” he asks, and I press my head to the back of the headrest. I want to tell him no. That it was a hard trip home, mentally taxing, emotionally draining. But I know he already knows all of that. After all, he was my shadow the whole time. “I just need a minute longer.” I close my eyes, relishing the little bubble of safety Maverick and I have. The one I wanted desperately to escape when I first arrived, but now I feel anxious when I’m outside of it.“Okay then,” He says growing quiet, I droop my head toward him lazily, watching him as he fiddles with the car keys in his hand.“Are you o
When I come back out, I sense eyes on me and I look over to catch Rose as she watches me and then offers me a knowing grin. I hate she seems to know exactly where I was and that I was with Artemis. She makes her way over to me, bumping me with her shoulder as she smiles up at me. “You don’t have to feel so guilty.” She teases. “Clem and I both understand that Artemis favors you.” I look forward, watching Clem as she giggles near the cake, laughing with the very man we are discussing. “I hate that you know that, though. This isn’t some competition. It may have started off that way, but now it feels…” I sigh, shaking my head and looking down at my hands. “I don’t know, sorry. I’m out of sorts.”“Rough trip home?” She asks, concerned, and I give her a gentle smile. “Wasn’t home? That was the issue. I love my family. My parents are amazing and my brother is…well he is your typical overprotective older brother.”“That sounds nice.” She says. “So what was so hard about it? You didn’t wan
*Maverick*I settle into the chair across from Artemis, Milo standing to the right, leaning on the ledge of a bookshelf behind him. They both seem tired and tense as Artemis leans back in his chair and scrubs his hand over his face before slapping his palm to his leg. “Alpha?” I question and he just shakes his head like he is trying to pull himself together. “Did she seem off to you?” He asks me before looking over at Milo. I furrow my brows, inching forward in my chair.“Uh, who? Tatum?” I ask.“Yes. She usually is much more chipper. But tonight she seemed more…I don’t know. It felt like she was withdrawn.”“She is probably tired from traveling.” I offer, though I noticed the change in her today as well. Tatum seems to be in constant deep thoughts since we arrived back at the pack house. Not to mention she told me she hates me at one point tonight and gave me no indication of why. Though I am sure I deserve it, it would be nice to have an explanation. “Tatum hadn’t seen her family
*Tatum*My body tingles with awareness and I look up at Clem, who now has her eyes focused on the man in front of us. She clutches the blue vial in her hand; her knuckles going white as she seems to crouch slightly, ready to attack.“Sorry for what?” I calmly ask as I stand and back to her side. She doesn’t pull her eyes away from the man in front of us, not for a second.“You are going to have to run,” she whispers, and my mouth falls open. Here I thought she was betraying me and now she wants me to run? What in the actual fuck is going on? I glance at the man standing only twenty feet away, his hands in his jeans pocket and a grin on his lips. Why the fuck is he so happy?“What is going on?” I hiss. Clem swallows roughly and looks over at me for a second.“I don’t know.”Well, that answered absolutely fucking nothing. I groan, annoyed and so fed up with these dumbass rogues, ghost wolves, not-rogue dickheads. My mind races while he just stands there and fucking waits. What the hell