Maya’s POV
Life after the amazing day I had with Alex had been going well. It had taken on a slow but sure rhythm and I was loving the way things were going. It wasn’t the life I had imagined for myself, but at least I was beginning to fit in and everything seemed… right. Alex had been coming home more often, which was a welcome change from all the days I would barely set my eyes on him. We spent time together- sometimes watching movies, sharing quiet meals, or even just talking. More often than not, though, our evenings ended in his bed.
Not that I was complaining.
Alex has a way of always making me feel like I was wanted- no, needed. There was this intense aura that he had to him that always made me breathless, and if I were to be honest with myself, I knew that there was more to him
