~ MAIA’s POV ~
I must be dreaming, because I was seeing Hunter standing under the balcony. He had a big smile on his face, the kind of smile that would make his dimples pop out. His hair was longer, but it was neatly pushed back. His jawline was as sharp as ever. And his eyes… they shone brighter than the stars.
I must be imagining things.
“Don’t you know that smoking kills?” my imagination said with a smirk.
“So does love,” I said as if to play along. “And a million other diseases,”
“That is such a Maia thing to say,” he chuckled, pausing for a beat before saying, “Some things just never change, huh?”
He looks awfully real for someone who’s supposed to be in my head.
“Am I drunk or dreaming?” I asked. “Are you a figment of my imagination?”
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