Chapter 21

Maverick’s POV

I stood in the hallway, watching as Taylor walked away, her figure slowly disappearing around the corner. I couldn’t help but feel a sense of unease settle within me. The hug I had offered her, intended as a gesture of comfort and support, seemed to have triggered an unexpected reaction.

I was skilled at reading emotions, picking up on subtle cues, and I couldn’t ignore the subtle shift in Taylor’s demeanor. Her body language had subtly changed, her eyes had become guarded, and I sensed a distance growing between them. A pang of concern crept into my heart as I questioned whether I had unintentionally crossed a boundary.

Walking back into my office, I closed the door and took a moment to gather my thoughts. I knew that every individual had their own unique boundaries and comfort levels, especially when it came to physical contact. I had seen firsthand the impact of trauma on my patients, and I understood the importance of respecting personal