It’s not every day you get to waltz back into the same breathing room as your ex, but guess what? Life sucks. Lady luck is a bitch. Darius is a piece of shit. He really is. But not as much as I hate Maverick. Darius may be a walking sin, but Maverick is the devil. He’s wrapped up in sin with both silk restraints and handcuffs with whips, breathes sin, tastes like sin… and heaven help me, why was I walking into the lion’s den? I barely made it out the last time. I barely survived it. Here I am, his dark green pinning me in place across the bus station like I am the dart board and he’s the damn darts. Damn it all. Could the ground just open up and swallow me whole? Maverick walks up to me, still looking like that. It’s so unfair, because how can he look like so delicious and fuckable! It messes with my brain because that equally strong urge to punch him rallies against my hormones firing on all cylinders. “Hello stranger,” he drawls, stopping in front of me. I breathe in his
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