Fiona POV I lay on my side facing Maverick, our legs tangled under the soft white sheets. The bedroom lamp cast a warm golden circle over us, making his skin look even warmer in the low light. My fingers traced slow patterns across his cheek, along the line of his jaw, down to the faint stubble that always grew back so fast. He watched me with that quiet intensity he always had, eyes dark and steady, like he could see straight through every wall I had ever built.I still could not find the right words sometimes. Even after everything we had been through, even after the arrests, the trial preparations, the way Hudson, Ross, and Helen had finally been forced to face what they did, I still woke up some mornings surprised he was still here. Still holding me. Still choosing me every single day."I do not have words to thank you," I whispered, my thumb brushing the corner of his mouth. "Not good enough ones anyway. Since you came into my life everything feels... real. No more pretending.
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