Chapter 32: Drawing the Line
The morning sun poured through the curtains, spilling golden light across Maya’s room, but it brought her no peace. She sat on the edge of her bed, hands clasped so tightly her knuckles whitened, staring at the phone buzzing on her nightstand. Alex’s name flashed again and again across the screen. She let it ring. Her heart thudded with each vibration, guilt clawing at her ribs, but she refused to answer. She couldn’t—not after the night they had shared. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw Alex leaning in, felt her touch, heard her whispered promises. Desire and shame tangled inside her like thorns, leaving her raw. Maya shoved the phone beneath a pillow, as if hiding it could smother the noise in her chest. She threw herself into distraction. The kitchen became her refuge; she whi
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