Maverick was genuinely not surprised to hear Carla's voice, as he had sensed someone down here earlier while he had switched on the lights. The water was still running down the drain with his hands in between when he looked back to see the blonde head standing by the corner of the kitchen door, dressed in an unusually transparent pink-coloured nightgown that barely covered her shoulders and was way up her knees, exposing her lap.
He let out a subtle sigh before returning his gaze to the sink and turning off the faucet, stopping the water from flowing.
There was a bored expression on his face when he finally completely turned to face her, drinking in her appearance.
"You should be asleep." His tone wasn't friendly at all, almost like he was trying to give her space.
