Someone Older

Chapter 15.

Raven p.o.v

When I woke up, I had a headache. I sat up. I remberd I was in Mavreck's house. Bedroom.
Bedroom features a sleek, minimalist design with a neutral colour palette accented by bold shades. The room includes a low-profile bed, a functional desk setup with ergonomic seating, and smart lighting. Personal touches like gaming equipment, hobby displays, and plants add character, while tech gadgets, a flat-screen TV, and ambient LED lighting create a contemporary yet cosy atmosphere. The space is organized, balancing style with the occupant's unique interests and needs.

It was modern.

Before I could have stood up, the door opened. Maverick showed  up with a coffee and breakfast.

"Good morning," He said and placed the breakfast in front of me on a small table. You know the bed tables. Whatever.

"Not much of a morning person, I see." He looked in my eyes.
I didn't even notice I didn't answer.

"Oh, yea, sorry. Good morning, " I snapped out.

He sighed with a smile.
"You zoom out a lot, don't you?" He chuckled.

I nodded while grabbing the fork.
"Thanks. "...
This was dry. Well, it's the morning, so I guess.

I started eating.
"You cooked,"

He nodded.

He cooks really well. It was perfect.
And tasty.

10 minutes later.

I pushed the empty tray to the side, the sweet smell of pancakes still lingering in the air. Swinging my legs over the edge of the bed, I felt the cool touch of the wooden floor beneath my feet. Just as I was about to stand, a warm hand gently pressed against my shoulder, keeping me in place.

“Wait,” Maverick’s voice, calm and steady, filled the room.

I looked up, meeting his eyes. He was kneeling in front of me, so close that I could see the way the light caught in his dark eyes. There was something in his gaze, something warm and soft that made my heart stumble in my chest. I tried to focus on the distance I knew I should keep on the unspoken boundary between us, but his presence made it hard to think clearly.

"You don’t have to rush," he said, his hand still resting on my shoulder. His touch was comforting, sending a shiver through me that I hoped he didn’t notice. "Let me take care of you today."

A smile tugged at my lips. “You already did,” I said, glancing at the tray beside me. “Breakfast in bed? You’re spoiling me.”

He smiled back, that dimple appearing in his left cheek. The one I always tried not to stare at. "You deserve to be spoiled," he replied, his voice soft, like he was sharing a secret.

Our eyes locked, and suddenly, it felt like the whole world had narrowed down to just the two of us. I could feel my heart pounding, the silence between us thick with something I didn’t quite know how to name. I wanted to say something, anything, but the words seemed to vanish before they could leave my lips.

Maverick’s hand moved from my shoulder to my cheek, his thumb brushing lightly against my skin. His touch was so gentle, so careful. It made my breath catch. “Just… stay a little longer,” he said, his voice almost a whisper now.

My heart fluttered, and I knew I should pull back, remind him—and myself—that there were lines we shouldn’t cross. But the way he was looking at me, like I was the only thing that mattered, made me hesitate.

"Okay," I whispered, my voice barely audible.

His smile grew, a mix of relief and something else in his eyes that I couldn’t quite decipher. He stood up slowly, his hand lingering on my cheek for just a moment before he turned and started toward the door.

“I’ll be right back,” he said, glancing back at me with that same warm gaze. “Just relax.”

As he walked out of the room, I leaned back against the pillows, my heart still racing. I knew this was complicated. I knew there were rules we weren’t supposed to break. But with the sunlight spilling through the window and the sweet taste of syrup still on my lips, I let myself feel the warmth of his touch, the weight of his words, and, just for a moment, allowed myself to forget the rest.

After another couple of minutes, I got out of bed, only to realize. I wasn’t in my yesterday's clothes.
Who changed me.

I went to his bedroom door and opened it up, only to find such a beautiful house.
I went downstairs, where Maverick was sitting alone. Shirtless with an apple laptop.

As I step into my living room, the sleek gray sofa catches my eye, its deep blue pillows adding a perfect pop of color. The sunlight bounces off the glass coffee table, highlighting the polished concrete floor and geometric rug. The abstract art piece hangs above the TV, adding just the right touch of personality. The room feels airy and uncluttered, with a few carefully chosen decorations. As evening falls, the soft lighting from my chandelier creates a cosy, modern vibe—just the way I like it.

Maverick glances at me.

"I told you to rest." he puts his laptop on the glass table and puts on his basic t-shirt.
I was in a short night dress. Purple.

"You changed me?"

He shook his head.

"My maid did," he pats the space beside him. For me to sit.

I sat down.
"Oh, well, I  wasn’t tired" I smiled. I looked at his messy hair. Not the nice on I usually see.

"I thought you usually are a clean guy. Not with a messy hair" I chuckled.

He smirked.
"When I don't go out, I'm like this. But it's only in your eyes, princess"

Princess huh. Fine, fine I blushed but I tried to hide it.

Sorryyyy that these chapters are not interesting enough. I'm trying.