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“Get some sleep,” He whispers, closing the space between us after I pull my top back on. My arms wrap around my stomach, hugging myself closely to keep from reaching out to hug him, to try to take away the pain I continually seem to cause him.

Maverick reaches out, his hand sliding against my cheek as he grips my head. His thumb rubs up and down the smooth skin at my ear, sparks following his touch. Then he sighs, tugs me into his chest, and presses a kiss to the top of my head.

“I’m not tired.” I mumble, and he chuckles.

“Yeah, well, I’m not feeling all that sleepy either, but with the bond doing what it wants, we need as much sleep and strength as we can muster to fight against it.”

“That is what you want?” I ask, taking a step away from him, trying to shake the hold the bond has on me. “To spend the rest of our lives fighting it and pretending it’s not there?”

“No.” He admits with a deflated huff of air. “But what we want and what will be will never be the same, So I will gladly t