"Maverick…"
The voice lingered on the edge of his consciousness, familiar yet distant. It tugged at him, pulling him from the depths of sleep.
Suddenly, a chill coursed through his body, mingling with a strange, unspeakable pleasure that radiated from his lower half. A groan escaped his lips before he even realized it, half-waking him from his slumber.
His eyes shot open, and he tried to move, but a sharp pain in his injured shoulder stopped him. Gritting his teeth, he lifted his head to find the source of the disturbance.
His gaze landed on Julius, kneeling between his thighs, shirtless and still glistening from what appeared to be a recent bath.
"What are you even doing, Julius?" Maverick exclaimed, his eyes widening in a mix of confusion and exasperation.
Maverick's eyes quickly darted around the unknown lavishly decorated room, still trying to make sense of his surroundings. "And where are we?"
