HIS TO RUIN
~MAYA POV~
I couldn't sleep.
The couch was a f*****g torture device, the cushions felt like concrete, and the blanket was a joke.
But that wasn't why.
My eyes were glued to the weak line of light under his bedroom door. Was he awake? Was he thinking about me out here, shivering?
My fingers found the heavy diamonds at my throat, three hours. Three f*****g hours.
Then....the click of the door. I heard footstep.
"Wake up."
My eyes snapped open. My heart tried to punch its way out of my chest. He dominated over the couch, a dark shape spotting out the city lights, heat spread out from him like a furnace.
"Silas?" My voice was a sleep-raw scrape.
"Get up."
I shoved the blanket down and sat up. The thin cotton of his t-shirt did nothing against the chill or his stare.
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