Accidentally Yours

Chapter Three

NEXT MORNING – 9:02 A.M

Maya woke up tangled in sheets, muscles sore in the best way possible.

The sun slanted through the curtains, warming her bare shoulder. Her head was on his chest, and Leo was still asleep arm around her waist, hand resting just below her ass like he owned it. The way he breathed, slow and steady, made her feel like she was lying on peace.

And then... the anxiety kicked in.

Last night had been too good. Too raw. Too intimate. She remembered every sound. Every position. Every dirty whisper.

He hadn’t just made love. He had read her. Touched her like a man who’d dreamt of her curves. Like someone with no business being that emotionally present.

She slid out of bed gently.

Bathroom mirror.

Pillow face. Hickeys. Smudged mascara. n*****s still slightly tender.

She stared at herself. “What the hell are you doing, Maya?”

MEANWHILE IN BED...

Leo stirred. He ran his hand along the space she’d just left, eyes slowly blinking open.

He heard the tap running. The door creak. Maya walked back in, robe on, face unreadable.

“Morning,” he said, voice hoarse and hot.

She nodded. “You snore.”

He grinned. “You moan louder.”

She rolled her eyes, biting a smile. “Don’t get cocky.”

“I’m just saying... I made you come so hard, the neighbors probably filed a noise complaint.”

She walked past him, throwing a pillow at his face. “Get dressed, I need coffee. You’re distracting.”

IN THE KITCHEN

Leo moved around like he’d lived there all his life, shirtless, boxer briefs clinging sinfully to his thighs. She tried not to stare. Failed miserably.

“Don’t you have other deliveries to make?” she asked, sipping her coffee.

“I cleared my schedule. Thought I’d spend the day helping you... heal.”

“From what? Being properly dicked down?”

He smirked. “Exactly.”

She choked on her drink. “Jesus.”

“You called me that last night.”

Maya stared, heat pooling between her thighs again.

A FEW HOURS LATER – A KNOCK ON THE DOOR

She opened it without thinking.

And there stood Linda, Maya’s high school frenemy turned Karen next door. With her was Brian, her cousin, one of Maya’s ex crushes who now owned a digital agency and still flirted like his beard could hypnotize.

“Oh,” Linda said, eyes immediately scanning Leo’s half naked form behind Maya.

“Well, well. Looks like we interrupted post coital bliss,” Brian said, stepping inside like he owned the place.

Maya stood stunned. Leo, cool as ever, stepped forward, hand extended.

“I’m Leo,” he said, like a man with nothing to prove.

“Clearly,” Linda muttered. “You’re the reason Maya didn’t come to my brunch, huh?”

Maya recovered. “I didn’t come because I have better things to do than listen to your fertility crystals and mantras about inner cleansing.”

Brian laughed. “Still spicy. I missed this.”

Leo glanced between them, his jaw subtly tightening.

TENSION RISING

Brian sat on the couch, taking a sip of water from Maya’s glass without asking. Leo leaned against the kitchen counter, arms folded.

Linda walked closer to Maya, voice lowered. “You know he’s too smooth, right? Guys like that always come with baggage.”

Maya forced a smile. “And yet I’d still rather deal with his ‘baggage’ than your unsolicited life coaching.”

From the couch, Brian called out, “So Maya, I’ve got this campaign coming up. Need a graphic designer with bite. Want in?”

Leo’s eyes flicked toward her.

Maya hesitated. “Maybe. Send the brief.”

Leo cleared his throat. “I thought you said you had a full client load this week?”

Brian grinned. “You two live together already?”

Maya stepped in. “Leo, relax. Brian’s an old friend.”

Leo smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “I’m not the jealous type.”

“Good,” Maya snapped, more sharply than she meant.

AFTER THEY LEFT

The air was tense.

Maya washed a glass just to do something. Leo came up behind her, hands on her waist.

“That guy has history with you?”

“Why do you care?”

“I don’t. You just switch up when he’s around.”

Maya turned around. “Don’t start, Leo.”

“Start what?”

“This. Acting like you have a say. You cooked, you came, you conquered. Doesn’t mean you own me.”

Leo stepped back, brows raised. “That’s what you think I’m doing?”

“I think this is moving too fast.”

“I slept over, not proposed.”

“You stayed. That’s the part that scared me.”

He stared at her. “You want me to leave?”

Maya hesitated.

He stepped closer. “Say it. I’ll walk.”

She stayed silent. Breathing heavy.

He kissed her. Hard. With tongue, teeth, and frustration. She moaned, fists gripping his shirt. But she broke it.

“I need space,” she whispered.

He nodded. Hurt flashing in his eyes. “Call me when you stop running.”

And then he left.

LATE THAT NIGHT – HER BEDROOM

Maya lay in bed, staring at the ceiling.

Everything was quiet.

No warm chest. No sarcastic grin. No deep voice asking her to moan again.

Just her and her thoughts. And the annoying ache between her thighs.

She hated that she missed him already.