The next morning, the sunlight streamed through the hotel curtains, illuminating the chaos of the room—discarded clothes, empty water bottles, and a lingering scent of s*x and expensive perfume. Maya woke up first, feeling a sense of lightness she hadn't felt in years. Beside her, Zoe was still asleep, her dark hair splayed across the white pillow, her expression peaceful.
Maya watched her for a moment, a warmth spreading through her chest that had nothing to do with the blankets. The game had started as a way to spite their exes, but as she looked at Zoe, she realized the exes didn't matter anymore. The victory wasn't in making Mark or Sarah jealous; the victory was this.
Zoe stirred, her eyes fluttering open. A slow smile spread across her face as she saw Maya watching her.
"Morning,
