10
Maya.
Somewhere in the middle of the night, I woke tangled in Caleb’s arms, my body sore and sated, my cheek pressed against his chest. His heartbeat was steady under my ear. I should’ve been peaceful, finally content, but something restless still churned inside me—some wild, hopeful, terrified part that wondered if I wanted too much. If I was still the only one lost in this.
He was asleep, mouth soft, one hand tangled in my hair like he was afraid I’d disappear. For a long moment I just lay there, breathing him in, my thoughts looping back to everything we’d done—every filthy, reckless, beautiful thing we’d become together. It didn’t feel like a fling anymore. It felt like falling, fast and helpless, down a hole I didn’t want to climb out of.
The apartment was quiet. The city outsi
