For the rest of the week, Asa and I do small acts of affection towards each other, but only when Maya isn't around or isn't exactly paying attention. We're never bold enough to hold each other's hands but we do little things. In some instances, he'll touch the small of my back in passing or, when sitting next to each other, he'll put his arm behind my head. Maya never seems to notice so we don't have to stress about explaining ourselves. Besides, I wouldn't know what to say in that situation.
I sit at the table as Maya brews up a pot of coffee. I'm never here this early on Saturdays unless I sleepover but I woke up at 7AM to the sound of my roommate clamoring around in search of a specific crop top for a tailgate. I was up, noted that Maya was also awake through her social media presence,
