That night, Leo put the disguise back on. The wig sat crooked, the floral dress bunched around his thighs, and the scarf hid his throat. Maya bit her lip to keep from laughing as he climbed onto her narrow bed.
“You look ridiculous,” she whispered.
“You asked for this.” He pulled the blanket over both of them.
They lay facing each other, their bodies pressed together under the sheet. The room was dark, the only light a faint glow from the window. Priya was already in her bed, turned toward the wall, pretending to sleep.
Maya traced her fingers along Leo’s jaw. “We have to be quiet.”
He nodded and kissed her.
The kiss deepened slowly. His hand slipped under her nightie, palm flat against her stomach. She shivered. His fingers moved higher until he cupped her breast, thumb brushing ove
