Maya's Pov
It seems almost surreal that I'm wearing pyjama pants, a hoodie, and a pair of flip flops to sneak out at midnight. Never in a million years would I think I'd ever sneak out anywhere, let alone sneak out to be with Ethan Morrison in Rome. Not that I was complaining.
I had already told Leah about night's meetup, resulting in a high-pitched scream from her. In exchange for her looking out for me, she demanded that I tell her every single detail afterwards. She spent a minute or two digging around in her suitcase.
"Here, keep this." She said before handing me a couple of condoms.
"God, Leah!"
"What?"
I rolled my eyes at her.
"It's just in case anything happens. I want you to be safe!" She defended.
"Why do you even have this much condoms in your suitcase?"
