HIS LITTLE PET
Maverick called out, walking into the living room.
He was wearing a simple black t-shirt and grey sweatpants, his hair a little messy from the wind.
Marlon’s legal team had handled the university board quietly so Maverick was still the star forward, his NHL draft status was locked in, and he just had to do a few hours of community service over the summer.
"You're late," I said, putting the roll of tape down on a box. "I already packed the heavy stuff in the bedroom."
"Come on, give me a break," Maverick grinned, walking over to me and instantly pulling me into a brief hug. He kissed the top of my head before letting go. "Traffic near the campus was brutal because of the graduation rehearsals