Like him?
Aurora Blaine teased, "You said I was self-centered before, but you're even more self-centered."
"Your ideal type, how could it be impossible?" Maverick Knight asked quietly.
"No fluttering feeling," Aurora Blaine replied straightforwardly.
After all, it's just hypothetical, not real, she wasn't afraid to hurt him.
Her words fell, and Maverick Knight fell silent. The neighborhood was quiet at night; almost no one could be seen except them. The warm street lamps enveloped them, stretching their overlapping shadows long.
His back was warm and felt safe, and Aurora's mind suddenly conjured up the scene from last night's dream.
They frequently interacted, and like now, if Maverick Knight's sexual orientation was truly normal, she wouldn't let him carry her, nor let him hug her, and would even keep a certain distance from him like she would with other men.
