Maya
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The club is a blur—too many lights, too much noise, and the aftertaste of whiskey still lingering on my lips. But now I’m tucked into a corner of my favorite coffee shop, away from all that chaos. The dim lighting feels like a soft reset after everything that’s happened.
Ryder sits across from me, still looking ridiculously put-together, like he wasn’t just at the same club, living his best life, pulling me into his orbit with that cocky grin of his.
We’ve barely spoken since we left. I’ve been nursing my coffee, trying to shake off the buzz from the alcohol and the embarrassment I caused myself there in the club.
I f*****g said he's a good kisser.
Ryder, on the other hand, is way too collected. I can feel the weight of his gaze on me, like he’s waiting for me to speak up
