SILAS

"So, what do I mean to you?"

The question hung between us, stripping away the comfortable quiet we had shared just moments ago. I looked into Maya’s searching eyes, the words locking up completely in my chest.

How could I possibly put it into words? How could I tell her that she had consumed my thoughts for months?

I still remembered the exact day I walked into her father’s office and saw her in person. She had looked so small, yet she didn't hesitate to use that sharp tongue of hers to put me in my place.

No one had ever spoken to me like that. In my world,...