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I spotted Serena before she spotted me.
I will be honest, some things never changed in her.
She was leaning against a black SUV outside the arrivals terminal of the airport, one tattooed arm folded across her chest while the other held a paper cup of coffee.
Maybe not admiring, but loving.
At age eleven, I thought Serena Walsh hung the moon, and honestly, at twenty-two, I still did.
“Maya?” Her voice cut through the crowd, warm and familiar. Serena’s eyes landed on me across the crowd, then she froze as the coffee cup stopped halfway through her mouth. “Oh, my God.”
I smiled despite how I felt. “Hi, Serena.”
“No way,” she said ironically.
I laughed nervously. “Last time I checked, it’s still me.”
“That is impossible!”
“I am pretty sure it is not.”
She pushed herself off the SUV and walked towards me. The closer she got, the more confused she looked. “When did this happen?”
“When did what happen?” I asked back.
Serena then gestured vaguely in front of me. “All of…” Her eyes went back from my face to my breast, to my hips, to my boots, before snapping back upward. “…this.”
“Jesus, Maya.”
If anything, distance made it worse. While other girls were kissing strangers at school parties, I kept comparing the girls to Serena.
At twenty-nine, Serena owned the most popular nightclub in town and had six tattoos that I knew of, also wondering if there were more hidden beneath her clothes. She had her dark hair tied into a messy bun, in black jeans, and a leather jacket.
“You’ve been away for four years,” I said lightly to Serena. “So, you should know people tend to change.”
“No, people get haircuts. They don’t…” She suddenly shook her head.
There was a strange look in her eyes that I’d never seen before, and for a second, I wondered. “Your brother forgot to mention I’d be picking up an entirely different person.”
Serena had known me since I was eight. For years, she called me “kid,” but standing in that airport, she wasn’t looking at me that way anymore.
“Come here.” Before I could ask what she meant, she pulled me into a deep hug.
That was a mistake. Serena had always smelled like cedarwood and something faintly sweet and seductive.
For just one moment, I forgot how breathing worked.
She gripped my suitcase before I could protest it, and soon loaded my load into her vehicle. “Your brother would kill me if I didn’t,” she said, defending why she took my stuff from me.
The drive home was worse than I remembered. I spent most of it trying not to stare at her hands on the steering wheel, which seemed ridiculous to me because who develops a thing for hands?
“So,” she said, staring over at me. “Tell me everything.”
“Everything?”
“Yes. Everything.”
I smiled at her. “I graduated.”
“Yeah sure. I heard,” she smiled back.
“I got a job offer.”
“Your mom mentioned that to me also.”
I frowned immediately. “Do my parents now tell you everything?”
“They’ve basically adopted me at this point.”
Considering that I spent most family dinners imagining kissing her.
“I missed you, you know,” those words slipped out before I could stop them.
Her expression softened. “I missed you too, my love.”
Oh, that was dangerous. “You did?”
“Of course, I did.”
“No offense, but I felt like you were too busy running your empire.” She laughed after I said that.
“I can miss people and run a business at the same time.”
I looked out the window before she could see me smiling. “The house felt different without you around,” she added.
“I kept expecting you to come home for holidays,” she added.
“I was busy.”
“You were avoiding this town.”
I shrugged. Maybe.”
“And maybe you were avoiding me?”
My breath caught. There was no way she knew that.
She glanced at me briefly before returning her attention to the road. “Relax, my love. I am kidding.”
My phone soon buzzed.
ETHAN: Tell Serena to drive carefully before they get you all arrested.
I rolled my eyes as I sent two laughing emojis to him.
We pulled into my parents’ driveway, and the front door flew open before the engine was off.
“MAYA!”
My mother puts out herself across the lawn.
The next ten minutes disappeared into hugs and tears. Even my father looked emotional.
Through it all, Serena stood near her vehicle with her hands placed softly in her pockets while watching us.
Later that evening after the excitement settled, I found myself alone in the kitchen searching for coffee, and then Serena soon joined me as she walked closer.
She was close enough for me to notice the tiny scar above her eyebrow that she’d gotten in a motorcycle accident when I was fifteen.
“It’s good to have you back.” Serena’s voice was quieter now.
“You changed a lot while you were away.”
Heat rushed to my face as that was not a situation I had prepared for. “I...” She was eloquent. “Thank you.”
“Your brother’s going to lose his mind.”
“You know,” she said while grabbing a bottle of water from the refrigerator, “I always thought you’d come back and break some poor guy’s heart.”
It came to me as more of a shock. “Maybe I have different plans.”
Something unreadable passed across her face. “Well,” she said after a moment, “whoever she is…”
She? Not he? I couldn’t contain the shock in me as my chest tightened.
“…she’s going to be very lucky.”
I couldn’t stop staring at her. Serena was not looking away either.
Somewhere in the living room, my parents were laughing, but the kitchen felt strangely quiet.
“Serena?”
“Yeah?” She said as I swallowed.
“What made you think it’d be a she?”
Something shifted in her expression as she stared straight at me. “Call it a guess.”
A guess. Except that her expression didn’t sound like a guess and her stare towards me didn’t feel like a guess either.
Before I could figure out what any of it meant, Ethan’s voice echoed from the hallway towards the kitchen. “SERENA!”
For the briefest moment, I could have sworn that she was about to say something important.
“Mom wants to know if you’re staying for dinner,” Ethan said as he appeared in the doorway.
And just like that, the moment shattered instantly as Serena blinked. “Yeah, I’ll be there in a minute."
Ethan soon left the kitchen, but I couldn’t stop thinking about the look that had crossed Serena’s face before my brother walked in.
As she turned towards the door to leave, she paused for a second, and then glanced back at me over her shoulder.
She looked like she wanted to say something important. Instead, she shook her head. “Get some rest, Maya.”
Then she walked away.
My heart couldn’t function, and before I could respond, Serena walked out of the kitchen, and for the first time since coming home, I couldn’t stop wondering whether the thing I felt for Serena Walsh was still one-sided.
Morning arrived faster than I had hoped for it to. I was standing before my mirror, looking at the interview details that were open on my phone, as I was also remembering the words Serena had said to me. Take the interview, she had urged me, which made choosing something for myself feel more frightening than choosing her.The years I spent at the university had taught me how to stay alone, but I came home realizing that one person could make me forget that completely. I picked up my bag, slipped the folder from last night inside, and took my leave before I convinced myself out of going. For once in my life, I wanted to get into the interview room as Maya Thompson and nothing else.I expected the officer to be bigger than how I saw it, but everyone inside took the project very seriously. They asked me about organization, communication, pressure, ideas, and I gave answers without uttering the name of Serena once. I paused before giving the only answer that felt honest to the woman acro
Serena’s words stayed between us as music still went on downstairs. My gaze remained on her, while trying to understand how she could ask me to build something that is meant for myself after she made me feel that being close to her was the only thing that mattered.My fingers were still wrapped to hers, but I had taken my mind somewhere else. “What exactly are you asking me to do?” I asked quietly, with Serena leaning back, protecting the stitches that remained above her eyebrow, while looking at me softly. “I am asking you to have a life that would belong to you, Maya, even if I am lucky enough to be part of it.”The answer from Serena somehow caught me off guard because I had expected her to convince me to accept Velvet. Rather, she was allowing me to want something that is outside the walls she had used her hand to build. I removed my hand and offered hers and rubbed my palms together. Suddenly, it dawned on me that I had spent years running from my feelings for her without makin
The very first thing I realized when we got into Velvet was that nobody looked surprised to see me beside Serena anymore. People’s eyes slid to the stitches above her eyebrow, as if the two of us were something they expected to see together. Serena noticed it too, though she adjusted her jacket before moving ahead without a word.“You’ll be staying close with me tonight,” Serena murmured while touching my wrist as we moved toward the private event area. “Not because I think you need protecting, but just because I really want you here.” I stared at her injured face, remembering the promise she had made to me yesterday, then nodded because I finally realized she was keeping it.The event hadn't started yet at the club, but it was already busy. Serena’s staff carried folders between rooms, checked guest lists, and also prepared the private section. Claire moved through everything on her own with the calm confidence of someone who had done it many times before.Watching Serena work at the
I stared at Serena waiting for the answer that her silence refused to give me. Her thumb moved across my knuckles, but her eyes remained fixed on mine as if she clearly knew what I feared. Claire was not outside our relationship anymore and I needed to know what that meant for me.“Unfinished means there is a discussion I should have had with her some time ago,” Serena asserted to me. She shifted carefully against the sofa. “It doesn’t mean I want her back,” I watched her face while looking for guilt instead of hesitation. “Then have it,” I said while forcing my voice to stay steady. “I am not going to ask you to avoid someone just because she had some history with you.” Serena’s voice had softened. In the conversation we had explained that Claire was not simply an ex who still appeared whenever she wanted. Claire had handled Velvet’s private events, bookings, guests, and arrangements for years, including while she and Serena were together, and that meant that the relationship ended
I woke up to Serena as she was moving carefully around her bedroom, and for a short moment I forgot about the stitches in her eyebrow. Ethan had indirectly left me to spend the night with her.I remembered Ethan leaving, Serena promising she would not hide me, and her final words about everyone at Velvet knowing where I stood. I pushed myself up as she turned from the mirror and the small wince she tried to hide made my chest tighten.“You’re supposed to be resting,” I uttered while watching her reach for her black jacket. Serena paused with one arm through her sleeve before giving me a look that usually ended arguments.“I am resting,” she replied to me while adjusting her jacket, “I’ll just be doing that somewhere that needs me.”I moved closer to her and said, “You’re not going back to work. Serena touched the edge of her band
“Maya, there’s something you need to know about Serena,” Ethan's voice of Ethan was quieter than it had been, and the words felt heavier.My fingers remained locked around Serena while she was watching my brother from the couch, with her face suddenly stripped of the little amusement she managed to recover.“What is it?” I asked, moving forward. My brother didn’t answer immediately, while Serena shifted against the couch cushion, pressing just one hand against her temple. Her movement reminded me that she was still injured, but Ethan's face told me that this was not about the injury.Serena slowly reached for Ethan’s arm. “Ethan, don’t,” she said with her fingers resting right against his sleeve like she knew what he wanted to say. Ethan looked back at her hand, then looked back at me, and there was something in his expression.







