We’re coming Loralei. We’re coming. I chew at my bottom lip as Maverick drives us to the same building we were just in today. His finger tap frantically on the wheel. Even though his eyes are straight ahead, he knows me all too well.“Stop biting your lip,” he warns me.I roll my eyes. “Don’t tell me what I can and can’t do.”He knows when I get nervous I naw at my lip to the point it bleeds. He started to develop a habit of kissing me to stop me and it worked. He always knew how to handle me — all my quirks and sass.“Stop it,” he growls, not even looking at me. “Or I’ll make you stop, Vixi. Don’t test me.”I huff. “You know I can’t help it!”“Then you know what I’ll do,” he fire back. His eyes dart towards me and meets me before they’re back on the road again. “If you keep doing it.”I don’t bother to argue with him. Instead I take a deep breath in and out, my nerves are getting to me and I hate it. I hate that we’re trying to race against the clock. My eyes shift to the tablet, wat
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