Maya's PovI slipped out of bed the moment I was sure he had fallen asleep. I don’t know what scared me the more, his words or the aching truth of how badly I’d wanted to hear them. Three words, whispered in the hush between heartbeats, had managed to move something inside me. I stepped on the floor gently and moved quietly, careful not to disturb the silence he'd wrapped himself in after his confession.It was very strange for Adam to be asleep by this time. He was mostly the last person to go to bed but today, he was the first. "I love you." The words echoed in my head like a bell still ringing long after it’s been struck.I stepped out of the room, leaving behind the comfort of the shared bed. The hallway was quiet and the house wrapped in shadows and warmth. I walked down the stairs barefoot, then through the back door and into the garden. I needed the fresh air… I needed space to think. The evening sun kissed my skin accompanied by the soft, cool breeze. I walked slowly across
Maya POV.I felt rigid and stiff on the bed. Every muscle had hardened like stone, as if the air around me had frozen into a suffocating shell. The silence of the room felt heavier than usual, like a weight pressing against my chest. My heart skipped a beat, then began to pound in my ears, the ‘thump, thump, thump,’ growing louder with every second that passed.Did he just say what I thought he said? No… I had to be imagining it. I was hearing things, hallucinating, maybe. My sleep deprived fantasies were conjured by my mind desperate for something it wasn’t sure it could have."What did you say?" I whispered, the sound barely escaping my throat. It didn’t even sound like me. The voice was too soft, too breathless, like it belonged to someone else entirely. Someone more fragile.But there was no answer.I turned my head slowly, cautiously, like I was afraid I might disturb something sacred and my eyes landed on him. His lashes rested against his cheeks and his breathing was soft and s
Maya's PovThe house was quiet in a way that had my nerves humming. The kids had gone to bed earlier than usual, exhausted from the day's excitement. The laughter at dinner still echoed in the walls like a soft reverberation. I was stacking dishes when Adam's voice came from behind me."Staying up a little longer?"I looked around. He stood at the border of the dining space, hands in pockets, eyes unreadable but something within them shone. There was unspoken tension hung in air and I didn't know how I felt about that. I nodded slowly. "Maybe."We sat in the living room, the lights dimmed to a gentle buzz. He poured two wines and handed me one. We didn't speak for a while. It wasn't awkward silence, it was tense, filled with all the things we hadn't spoken in days, weeks.I looked at him, the warmth of the wine spreading through my chest. He wasn't looking at me. He was staring into the fireplace as if he wasn't there. "Grief… changed me," he started. "Made me quiet, cold, functional
Maya's PovThe morning began with heavy rain pounding against the windows. It started as a light patter but soon deepened into steady, firm taps. It should have been comforting to curl up with a throw blanket and a mug of hot, sweet something. But inside, something was off.I had only just sliced apples for Sami's lunch when I heard Adam's voice. Sudden. Brief. Strained.“No. We must pull logs for the last three months. Don't waste your time with anything prior to that."I stopped cutting mid-air. Lee set aside her drawing pad on the dining room table. Even Sami grew quiet, saying no more bout some new puzzle he was building."What is the matter with Daddy?" he inquired.Lee closed her pushed her tab gently. "He's working. Maybe he's tired.” She responded. But it didn't sound like he was just being busy, It was different. The kind of different that makes air tighten around you. I cleaned discreetly and distracted Sami as the undertone of crisis pulsed through the house.During lunch,
Adam PovLast night was a night of passion. Maya was literally everything I wanted in a woman. Even physically. The soft click of my keyboard was the only sound breaking the silence in my home office. The glow of my monitor painted dull shadows on the walls, but nothing on the screen held my attention. The numbers blurred. The proposal draft I’d been working on sat untouched for the last twenty minutes.Rather, I remained motionless, observing the text cursor flash like the movement of a clock's second hand. The only thing on my mind was her words echoing. God, Maya. This woman would be the end of me. I rubbed my forehead with both hands, breathing out slowly as I slumped in the chair. Those words had carved a deep canyon into my chest. I didn't think she would ever say anything like that to me. It wasn't a confession, really, it was heavy. Heavier than I could carry on my own. There was a gentle knock at my door quickly pulling me out of my web of thoughts. "Come on in," I called
Maya PovThe silence of the night wrapped around me like a thick blanket, but I couldn't sleep. I turned, tossed and turned again. My body was restless, my skin humming, my heart aching for something I couldn’t name….no, I could. Him. He wasn't in, probably working again. I crept out of bed, barefoot, my silk robe brushing my thighs as I padded softly down the hallway. A light glowed from the kitchen. I moved toward it like a moth to flame. And there he was.Adam stood by the sink, shirtless, a glass of water in hand, his sweatpants hanging low on his hips. Moonlight spilled in from the window, highlighting the sharp lines of his body, the curve of his muscles, the broad strength of his shoulders. His hair was scattered like he’d been dragging his hands through it just like he was doing now.I didn't know what to do so I looked up. He didn’t speak. Something shifted between us, something unspoken but undeniable. My chest rose and fell too quickly as I stepped forward. He didn’t move