I should talk to her

After we wrapped up our scene, I couldn't deny the satisfaction coursing through me. I'd done well, and Maeve had been there every step, making sure I hit my marks and kept up the intensity of the character.

Maeve was dedicated, focused, and completely supportive qualities that, if I were being honest, made her a better partner on set than Zaya had been lately.

Zaya, who kept her distance as if proximity alone would somehow conjure more of that kiss that still haunted me, night and day.

A flicker of annoyance crossed my mind. If I bumped into her now, would we even talk about it? Would she ignore it, act as though it hadn't happened, like she seemed to with everything else?

Maeve's voice interrupted my thoughts. She handed me a cold bottle of water, her hand brushing mine lightly. "Here. You've earned it."