Maya's POV
The air was charged. My lips still tingled where his thumb had touched.
Kieran cleared his throat and stood abruptly, retreating to his bed like I'd burned him.
I stared down at the half-eaten burger in my hands, my appetite gone. My cheeks felt like they were on fire. What the hell was that?
I forced myself to take another bite, chewing mechanically, not tasting anything. The silence pressed down on us.
Eventually, I set the food aside and crawled under my blanket, pulling it up to my chin. My heart refused to slow down. I squeezed my eyes shut, willing myself to sleep, to forget the way his eyes had darkened when he licked his thumb clean.
Sleep came, but it was restless. Dreams of running, of hiding, of Kieran's face when he found out the truth twisted through my mind
