MAYA
I hummed a random tune under my breath, pushing the vacuum back and forth across the living room rug. Three months had passed. Three whole months of dating Xander, and every day I kicked myself for not noticing him sooner.
My heat cycles used to feel like a prison sentence; now they were the highlight of my month because Xander made them bearable, beautiful, even.
My phone buzzed again in my pocket. I couldn’t stop the stupid grin that spread across my face. I abandoned the vacuum and yanked the phone out.
Xander: thinking about last night again. you looked so perfect on your knees…
Heat flashed straight between my legs. I was already typing back when Nanny’s voice sliced through the air.
“Maya! Are you on that phone again? We’re not finished!”
I rolled my eyes and shoved it a
