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Maya.
I was not the kind of neighbor who brought welcome gifts. Before Caleb, I didn’t know the names of half the people on my floor, let alone their favorite wine. But I couldn’t sit still tonight—not with the taste of him still lingering in my mouth, not with my skin marked up and aching from the way he’d f****d me on my couch just hours before. I wanted to see him again. I needed to.
I stood in front of my bathroom mirror, bottle of cheap red wine gripped tight in my hand, and practiced my smile. I tried for casual. Friendly. The kind of girl who did normal things at normal hours, instead of sneaking across the hallway at midnight wearing nothing but a sundress and a pair of lace panties. My hair was still damp from the shower. My cheeks were flushed, lips bitten pink. I looked lik
