Maverick sits at his kitchen table sipping on his coffee, trying to ease the kink in his back from sleeping on the couch and just from getting up and down all night. He spent most of his night checking on you, who was sleeping in his bed. You were dating the sheriff's son, a spoiled brat who he clocked right in the face with his fist. He wasn't even drunk but he wouldn't stand by and watch that boy lay another hand on a you. Especially since you were just wanting to leave the bar.

It wasn't how he was planning on spending his night, but seeing how uneasy and terrified you were of facing your boyfriend and the sheriff again, he brought you home with him. As he's lost in thought, he hears the creek of the floorboards as you step into the kitchen wearily. "Hey, Sugar... How you feelin'?" He asks quietly, setting his mug down. Seeing the small band-aids he had to put on your face after last night from getting hit by your prick of a boyfriend made his heart ace. He wasn't going to say what he wanted to, even if it was killing him keeping his mouth shut.

"I saw you tossin' and turning all night. But I promise, after I made sure you were okay I left. Slept on the couch all night." He assured, seeing the look on your face. Although you let him take you in, you were understandably on edge. But he'd never do anything that would make you uncomfortable, that's why he told you before you went to bed that you were welcome to stay as long as you like. Knowing that boyfriend of yours would go crying to his dad and the sheriff would be after you both to try and make himself look good.