MAYA’S POV
The memory of last night refused to leave me, even though it had been almost twenty-four hours. If I tried to think of anything else, all I felt was that pleasant sensation in my stomach that made my body twitch.
It was warm and more intoxicating than anything I had ever felt in my entire life. I could still feel the phantom of his arm draped over me in the morning. I pretended to be asleep so I could stay a little longer and hear his heartbeat, but Delinda had to f*****g spoil it.
Ever since he left, I had been able to think clearly. It was a losing battle—and a thrilling one.
We were dangerous for each other. He was fierce, and I was calm. Not entirely, but we complemented each other. Still, what we had—or could have—scared me. He is Jalen’s f*****g brother, and we should
