Maya's POV
My wine glass was half full. Adam's words hovered over us, warm and comforting like a blanket.
"You're not just the light in my house, Maya. You're the reason I still want to build one."
I don't know how long we sat there. Minutes… maybe an hour but we didn't talk anymore. We didn't have a need to. The silence between us was the kind that didn't need to be disturbed. It spoke everything through the nearness of our shoulders and the sky over our heads. This silence felt like home.
A while later, Adam suggested we head inside. I was slowly getting used to him sleeping in my bed. We didn't necessarily need to be intimate, we just enjoyed each others warmth andcompany. We were barely setteled in when we heard a soft knock on the door.
It sounded like who ever was there wasn't
