Just a Little Something
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The sun beat down mercilessly, but somehow it only made him more... impossible to ignore. Maverick .Tall, strong, confident-every step he took seemed to mark the ground with authority, and I could swear the world shifted just slightly around him. My little legs struggled to keep up, my heart thumping harder every time I caught his gaze.
"Come a little closer," I said, smirking. "You're tall enough; you can block the sun for me."
He laughed, deep and teasing, and I could feel the electricity in the air the moment his hand brushed mine as he guided me through the crowd. That tiny touch made me shiver-just enough to know I wanted more. He moved with purpose, each stride confident, measured, and oh... so commanding. I realized then that I didn't just want to keep up-I wanted to let him lead.
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