Kyle
When I woke up, I wasn’t alone in my bed. Maya lay next to me, her brown hair fanned on the pillow and her body curled like a question mark. Her eyes were closed, her long lashes pressed against her cheeks, and she looked as young as I remembered her from our college days. I lifted my hand and brushed the back of it down her cheek. It was to check if she was real, to see that she wasn’t an apparition.
I couldn’t believe she had spent the night, any more than I could believe she had accepted me and we’d had s*x for the very first time. It was something from a novel, the kind of dream that usually didn’t become a reality, and then I realized with a shock that it was the first thing to go my way in years.
God, last night had been perfect. At dinner, we had slipped back into our old wa
