Mr.Right novel Chapter 22

I spent Friday doing nothing. But then, it's not like I usually do anything anyway, other than spend time at the gym.

Exercising is already feeling refreshing, to be honest. It doesn't feel like I'm stressing out anymore and I don't feel extreme pain in my bones when I wake in the morning like I used to.

Looks like my body's getting used to gym.

Most of my clothes don't fit the way they used to before. They're either too big or way too long.

The next morning, I get up and go straight to the gym, but Maverick's already gone. I go back down to make myself a black coffee and I notice a note on the kitchen counter, pinned down by a paperweight.

Out for a morning jog. You should come along.

~ Maverick

A small smile stretches across my face as I go to change into a green tank top, some leggings and sports shoes, then make my way out the penthouse.

One thing that I love about this neighborhood is the calmness. I can only see a teenage girl walking her dog down the street.

There's no one else in sight.

There are also pavements set aside for jogging, which is what I'm doing now. I tuck in my earphones and select a song from my iPhone, playing it at full volume.

I start jogging slowly, but I soon feel my lungs aching and my body goes numb after reaching the park. My breath has turned into uncontrollable gasps, but I don't stop. Not even for a second.

The adrenaline starts to pump through my veins and the energy from it is what pushes me forward.

My pace slows down when I spot someone familiar.

I'd recognize that body anywhere.

Maverick is in a black, sleeveless hoodie and a pair of shorts, showcasing his leg and arm muscles. He looks like he's taking a rest so I walk up behind him and cover his eyes with both my hands.

"Guess who?"

"April," he says, without hesitation.

"How did you know?" I step up beside him.

"You're the only one I know who smells like pineapple. It was pretty easy to figure it out."

"You know what I smell like?" I don't know whether to find that cute or creepy.

"Yep, I do. Want to know what I smell like?" He stretches one of his arms towards me and I take a little step backward.

"No. Not now that you're covered in sweat, anyway. Get out of my 'smell zone'."

He chuckles and tucks a strand of hair behind my ear, the tip of his fingers brushing my skin and sending shivers down my spine.

"You changed," Maverick tells me.

"How?"

"You talk more... and you're funnier. I hardly ever saw you, when you first moved in."

"What? I- I'm not funny," I say, giving him a look.

"Compliment, April. It's called a compliment and you need to know how to accept one. Let's try that again, shall we?"

I don't reply, hoping he takes it as a no.

"I assume that's a yes," he says.

Great.

"I think you're pretty."

I shrug and put on my poshest voice. "Why, thank you for thinking I'm pretty, O wise one. I think you're not bad yourself."

"Not bad? Have you met me?" He spreads his arms out and turns around, showing off his body.

"You really need to stop spending time with Jim," I say.

"It's just called 'feeling confident about yourself'."

"No, that's called 'being proud'-"

He cuts me off. "Yes, of yourself. No one's better at being you than you are, so be proud of it and just... own it."

When I'm with Maverick, there's always something new to learn. It's like I've been blindfolded all my life and now he's removing the blindfold.