The morning light crept in through the cracks of the curtains, pulling me out of a restless sleep. I blinked, disoriented for a moment before registering the quiet stillness in the room. Maya wasn’t back yet.
I checked the time on my phone—still early. I hadn’t expected her to return so soon, but I felt a weird sense of quiet urgency that tugged at my chest, like the night’s conversation with Elias had unsettled something deep inside me. I was still thinking about his words, the way he’d looked at me. It was hard to shake the feeling that he saw right through me, even if he didn’t know everything.
Sighing, I sat up, feeling the ache in my body from having fallen asleep fully clothed the night before. My wet hair was a mess, and I instinctively reached up to tug at the strands. I didn’t want to think too hard about the night or what had happened between Aiden, Elias, and me. So much had been left unsaid, and maybe that’s what bothered me most of all.