Adam's POV
The room was silent, the only thing that altered the silence was the whir of the fridge and the gentle tick of the wall clock. Morning was almost here, and the light gray creeping through the curtains gave the room somber tones. I opened my eyes and stared at the ceiling trying to remember where exactly I was.
A figure shifted beside me and that's when the memory came rushing back. Maya had drifted off on the couch. She was drawn up against me on her side as if she belonged there. Her loose fingers across my shirt and her head resting on my chin. Her legs tangled with mine beneath the blanket that had slipped down to our waists. My chest was tightened up, but not in a painful way but rather like something warm and impossibly fragile had taken up residence there. I hadn't inte
