Maya’s POV
The next morning, at 7:42 a.m., Mom is at the cooker again, making breakfast.
She’s singing along to the boombox player, some old tune she always plays when she’s in a good mood.
Dad is already at work. It's just the three of us left.
The house smells like hot oil, onions, and the faint leftover scent of last night’s stew.
I’m sitting at the kitchen counter, my legs crossed under my short nightgown. I didn’t wear panties again; I didn’t bother after the shower.
My thighs still feel sticky from Caleb. I can’t stop replaying it.
Caleb walks in, freshly showered, in a white T-shirt and grey shorts. His is still wet, smelling like heaven.
He doesn’t look at me right away. He just goes straight to the fridge. He opens it and grabs the orange juice.
Mom turns; her head se
