Sometime later, Jeslyn tried to sit up but couldn't. Her body was still shaking from it all. She wondered if this was how Vera felt.
Just then, the wall cracked open and Maverick walked in carrying a tray of food.
Jeslyn's eyes couldn't focus anywhere else except the dangling, something that was attention-grabbing.
"Why aren't you wearing something?" She frowned slightly. What if someone saw him?
Her mind was muddled that she forgot there was no one but the two of them on this huge island.
"What's the point?"
"What if someone saw you like thi–" she suddenly remembered no one else was here and her cheeks heated up.
"Why not tell the truth?"
"What truth?" She asked while shifting her eyes everywhere but her gaze kept returning to his length.
"Do you want more?"
"Hold on Maverick," she swallowed. "I'm tired."
Maverick placed the tray in front of her and sat on the edge of the bed.
"Mn," he nodded.
