MAVERICK'S POV
Her call went on for quite some time.
Once she finished her call, she walked back to me and smiled as soon as she saw the food on the table.
"Thank God, the food is already here. I was famished. What has Shadow brought? Dang, it's all my favorite things. He surely knows my taste well now," Valencia smiled, her eyes crinkling into a crescent moon shape.
It was the kind of smile I liked on her face, the one that made me feel for her, but her eyes...
I held her hand when she was about to pick up the container with the steamed bun.
I knew what I would do might end terribly for us, but this was the only way.
If she has to hate me after this, she can, but I won't allow her to hate herself forever.
I know she hated the feeling, but I wanted her to feel vulnerable. I wanted her to show me her emotions because that was the only way to get out of the shell she was creating around herself.
