Maverick's brows furrowed slightly. His hand fell on the woman's cheeks to stroke them gently. He lowered his head and kissed the woman's enticing lips softly.

 

Maverick knew his actions were hurting Valencia, but he just didn't know how to make her happy. He didn't want to let her go. Never did he. Even he doesn't know what he categorizes this silly woman as.

 

Suddenly, Valencia's brows scrunched up, and she smacked her lips together as if she were having a nightmare. 

 

Maverick's expression softened, and he extended his hand to smoothen the crease in between her brows. Soon, Valencia's expression turned calm, and she continued sleeping lightheartedly.

 

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