HIS SCENT
~MAYA POV~
Last night, I tried to play house.
It was a pathetic attempt at normalcy.
Liam came over with a pepperoni pizza that greased through the bottom of the box and a choice of movie that involved more explosions than plot.
He sat on my couch...the one with the spring that tries to assassinate anyone who leans too far left....and for a few hours, I pretended my life hadn't turned into a Gothic horror novel funded by a Fortune 500 company.
When Liam kissed me goodbye at the door, he hugged me tight, burying his face in my neck.
I closed the door and immediately leaned against the wood, my chest heaving. I walked to the bathroom mirror and stared at the hypocrite in the reflection.
The choker was still there, hidden under my shirt.
Another man had just been in my ap
