Whose bed have your boots been under?
He'd never tell her, but he caught nearly every glance she shot in his direction, mostly because at the same time he was looking in hers. Was this how Gerhardt saw Adette? Was this how his father might've looked at his mother? Maverick rarely spoke of things like this with his adoptive father, and he'd never had the opportunity with his biological father. And Uncle Gideon.. Maverick couldn't ever mention her to him. The first question out of his mouth would be something along the lines of 'didja bang 'er?' No, she would remain his secret, his special one-of-a-kind gorgeous secret. Kamala, Kamala would be the only one he might mention the girl to, but even that would be a stretch. She could really tease him at times, and this was a topic Maverick wanted to always feel good about. Self consciousness was not in his vocabulary, and he hoped to keep it that way. The rusty boy's ears flicked toward her with mild amusement as she spoke, eloquently stating that her sisters weren't as pretty as she. Of course she would never say it so blatantly, but he read between the lines. That just shows you've got class, gorgeous. Maybe if I hang around long enough some of that might rub off on me. He rubbed his shoulder lightly against hers, hoping it didn't go amiss in their strolling. It could be played off as a simple bump from a rocky step, but he assumed she'd notice it all the same. She soon pulled away playfully, her tail gracing the inside of his leg. A shiver ran up and down his spine as his own tail sought hers, hoping to intertwine for a moment. He was glad she wasn't uptight like some girls, who would see his flirtatious nature as nothing but foolery. She was different, and he appreciated that. She spoke on her journey home and he wondered how long it might take him. No doubt he would daydream of her all the way back, which would certainly make his travels much slower. But he didn't mind, very rarely did he get time to himself to just think.. and dream. I could walk with you home, but I'm not sure how much your daddy would approve of me as an escort. Girls, they always had an obsessive need to please their daddies. Maverick could - for the most part - care less if Gerhardt was happy with him, so long as he didn't disown him or take away the crown he didn't quite have yet. Still, he somewhat understood why the girls sought their father's approval, he just wished it wasn't such a big deal. |