The silence between us was heavy, a thick, suffocating blanket that even the distant bass of the Obsidian Lounge couldn’t penetrate. Maya’s chest was heaving, her breath coming in short, jagged plumes of white in the cold night air.
"Tell me you don't care, Maya" I whispered again, my voice little more than a ghost of a sound.
Maya swallowed hard, her eyes darting to the side, anywhere but at me. "I don't care, Cole," she said. The words were there, but the conviction was missing. Her voice lacked the icy edge she’d used on me in the car. It sounded brittle.
"You don't?" I pressed, stepping even closer until the heat from my body was practically vibrating against hers.
"I don't," she repeated, her gaze finally snapping back to mine. It was a challenge, a desperate attempt to build
