Chapter Sixty-two
Talon Maverick
She was still as tempting as ever.
And even though I didn’t want to show it—didn’t want her to know just how much she still got to me, the way she had from the very first moment we met—it was impossible to ignore.
I had spent days trying to erase the image of her walking into her apartment with another man. Days convincing myself that it shouldn’t matter. That she shouldn’t matter.
But now, standing here, looking at her?
Every bitter thought vanished, replaced by the sweet, tormenting memories of everything we had shared.
I didn’t know what was wrong with me—what spell this girl had cast—but it was working. Gods, it was working. Because no matter how much she got under my skin, no matter how much she drove me insane, the feeling of having her near was something I never wanted to lose.
Ever.
“Professor Maverick.”
Her voice was low, calm, but it carried every ounce of that spell, wrapping around me like a noose, leaving me hanging a
