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Saint’s eyes light up and my lips part, cheeks flushing.

“No.” I point a finger at him, his slow smirk making my stomach coil, not in pain. “I’m going back to bed,” I grumble, shoving all the candy back into the bag and taking off upstairs.

Thankfully, the meds are starting to kick in, but I know it won’t be enough. Maybe some sleep will help. The heating pads wouldn’t be a bad idea either.

Despite wanting to get some rest, I’m not done with Maverick. Or maybe I just can’t help myself and want to be around him more.

He’s been gone a lot lately. When I asked the guys, they said he was working for their dad.

Saint said he needed to put some space between us because even though it was his idea for no-sex-until-I’m-ready-for-them-to-put-a-baby-in-me, he's been having a hard time keeping his hands off me.

If he wasn’t such a controlling asshole, he could have all the sex he wants!

But because he’s an ass, only his brothers can fuck me. Even though they haven’t yet.

Stupid men listening to their stupid brother. He’s not their keeper. If they want to have sex with me, they should be allowed to. They’re grown men.

Tossing the bag of sweets onto the bed, I head back into the hallways in search of Maverick, checking his room first.

The door is cracked open, so I push my way inside. The sound of running water catches my attention, and my feet guide me over to his bathroom.

Peeking my head in, I see Maverick sitting on the edge of a stunning tub. “What are you doing?” I ask.

His head snaps over to mine, and I swear when he sees it’s me, his whole body relaxes. My stomach flutters, but I push the feelings down. “I didn’t take you as a bath guy.”

“I’m not,” He chuckles, and those flutters come rushing back.

“Then what's the bathtub for?”

“You.”

“Me?” He manages to surprise me, yet again.

“I know hot baths help you feel better, but you didn’t take them often because it made your electric bill higher. You don’t have to worry about that now, so you’re getting all the hot baths you want.”

My lips part, then I close my mouth before parting them again.

The tears are back, and this time I’m not sure if I can hold them off. “You ran me a bath.”

His face softens as he lets out a sigh. “Come here, baby.” He holds his hand out. “Just let me take care of my woman, okay?”

My lower lip quivers as I take a step forward, any fight in me evaporates because damn it, I want to be loved, to be cared for, and this man, this perfect, crazy, ungodly hot man wants to do just that.

I’d be crazy to keep pushing him away.

No, you wouldn’t because he’s your stalker, who’s holding you against your will. It’s normal to want nothing to do with someone who does this kind of shit.

But because I never listen to reason, I take another step toward him, and another, and another. Until I’m standing right in front of him.

“Hi.” He smiles at me.

“Hi,” I whisper back.

We don’t say anything else as he gently unties and takes the robe off me. Then he helps me out of my clothes and into the tub.

I moan as soon as the hot water hits my body, eyes fluttering closed.

For the first time in my life, I stop fighting everything, even if it’s just for a moment, and allow someone else to take care of me.