MAYA

God, I had missed that laugh.

I'd missed his hand around mine too, and somehow, even being irritated by him.

Love had clearly destroyed whatever common sense I had left.

Silas squeezed my hand again, and I squeezed back. Neither of us seemed willing to let go.

Eventually, the exhaustion I'd been ignoring caught up with me. Between the steady movement of the car, the warmth of his hand and simply having him beside me again, keeping my eyes open became impossible.

“Maya.”

A hand brushed gently against my shoulder.

“Maya.”

I opened my eyes slowly.

Silas was leaning toward me from the driver's seat, one hand resting against...