Chapter 9
As soon as Maya woke, she went to war with herself. Part of her wanted to ignore the ambivalence that had increased exponentially throughout the night, throw her arms around Quinn, and do it all over again. But the other, much more prevalent and rational part of her, hoped Quinn wouldn’t be there when she finally dared to open her eyes. The grown-up, wise woman that Maya knew she was, but most decidedly hadn’t been last night, wished that last night had never happened because then she wouldn’t have to deal with the awkward aftermath.
But when Maya opened her eyes, Quinn was there. She was still sleeping. She lay on her back, every inch of her glorious skin exposed to the heat that already hung in the bedroom despite the early hour. It was going to be another sultry hot day.
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