Chapter 4

Maya’s pov

I gave up on sleep sometime after the sky outside the window started turning that thin gray that meant morning was coming whether we wanted it or not. Ethan’s breathing had never evened out either. We had spent the whole night lying inches apart in his bed, both of us too aware of the space between our bodies to drift off for more than a few restless minutes at a time.

I sat up carefully. The sheets whispered. Ethan’s eyes opened right away like he had been waiting for the sound.

“You didn’t sleep,” I said.

“Neither did you.”

The air in the room felt thick....