Page 39 of Forgiveness
Maggie leaned toward him for a light kiss, barely a brushing of lips as her fingers traced down between his pecs.
“You’re an anomaly, Flux. What makes you tick deep down inside?” Maggie figured Flux would squirm withthatquestion. Since they’d gotten together, he’d dodged a lot of the things she’d asked him, but she vowed to herself that he wouldn’t pull that off today. The night that Hank had left Flux high and dry in the ring brought home the reality of the dangerousness of his job. She could’ve lost him that night, and the thought scared the hell out of her. At that moment, it’d never been more important that she understood the man who’d made his way into her bed and was quickly becoming the center focus of her heart.
Flux remained silent, pressing his forehead against her own with his eyes closed, as if even thinking about the question pained him. She squeezed her lips together and gently stroked the back of his head. Whatever it was, it was hard for him—that much was clear. Maggie moved her head away only to lay a small kiss on his brow before returning to their intimate embrace.
She wrapped one arm around his shoulders and stroked the side of his neck. “Whatever it is, you can tell me. It’s okay,” she reassured him, hoping he didn’t sense any pressure in her words.
Flux didn’t answer, he just stared over her shoulder at the expanse of desert.
“I want to get to know all of you,” she whispered.
When he didn’t answer, pricks of anxiety nipped her spine, and Maggie feared she may have overstepped her bounds.I won’t push him.
Resting her head against his shoulder, she listened to his strained breathing.
