Maya's POV 

He froze for a second. He exhaled. 

“What? You're scared of coming in for a little drink?”

“You’re already drunk.” He chuckled. 

“Fine.” I rolled my eyes. “Come in for coffee or even water.”

He stepped back and let his eyes trail my face. 

“Just a few minutes.”

I scoffed softly. “Just a few minutes.”

He looked around the house as we stepped in before settling on a sofa. I walked to the kitchen. 

“What would you like? Soda? Coffee? Tea?”

“You.” He replied quickly.

My breath hitched. I had wanted to tear that uniform off since the first minute we spoke but I had no idea that...