Kyle
I woke up on Saturday morning and sat up in bed, listening carefully for movement in the apartment. When I didn’t hear anything, I slipped out of bed and walked quietly down the passage, peeking into the guest bedroom. Maya lay on her side, still asleep.
It was the first time since I had moved in to this place that someone was set up in my guest room. Getting a two-bedroom place had sounded like a good idea at the time, but I’d only been fooling myself. I’d been alone before and alone ever since.
It was good to see someone in it now.
Maya had stayed in the guest room. I hadn’t pushed for her to sleep with me, and we sure as hell didn’t have s*x. Not after everything she had gone through last night. She was traumatized to say the least.
I thought about her room, trashed the way it
