Maya’s POV
The kitchen, 7:15 p.m.
Mom was at the cooker. Stirring her signature stew, the smell of onions, palm oil, and pepper filled the kitchen.
Television playing low in the background, some old gospel song she liked was being played. She was humming along, back to us.
Caleb sat at the small kitchen table. While I stood by the fridge, pretending to look for something to drink.
My shorts were still damp from earlier. We had another sneaky s*x at our balcony.
I didn't wear panties. Just like he wanted. Every step I took rubbed me the wrong way or… the right way.
Mom turned her head a little. “Both of you, come and taste this stew. Tell me if it needs more spice.”
Caleb stood up, walking behind me to get to the cooker. His hand brushed my ass. Quick, but hidden by the counter.
