Chapter 10 His Space
- Averin's POV
- By the time we finished sparring, I could feel sweat clinging to every inch of my body, and my muscles were sore in that satisfying, adrenaline-fueled way. I was still catching my breath when Maverick, grinning like the cat that got the cream, handed me a cold bottle of water.
- “Here,” he said, casually tossing it toward me. “You earned it.”