Both Ashcroft and Damien snapped their heads toward her, caught off guard, eyes widening slightly at the innocence in her question.
Ashcroft let out an awkward, almost nervous laugh. “W-We… we had s*x, Maya. We didn’t… make love or anything. Just… a one-night stand, technically. No strings attached.”
Maya’s gaze stayed on him, thoughtful, still tinged with that quiet, unassuming innocence. “I get that,” she murmured, “but I believe… even one night stands require… some sort of attraction, right?”
Ashcroft and Damien exchanged a sharp glance, a silent conversation passing between them. Ashcroft’s eyes widened slightly, almost pleading, as if silently begging Damien to save him from this conversation. He looked helpless, uncertain, and slightly panicked—clearly not used to being put on the
