Unwelcome Weakness

Maverick's POV

I kept my thumb pressed against her warm skin for a fraction of a second longer than necessary. My gaze remained locked on her lips. They were parted in sheer terror, stripped of the sticky mint gum I had just discarded, yet they still managed to hold my attention in a way that set my teeth on edge. I trailed my eyes up to her face. A pale, horrified expression masked her features,