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Hiding out

Autor: Timi Rachael
last update Fecha de publicación: 2026-03-02 23:03:24

Ariana's POV

Maya’s apartment felt smaller than I remembered. Or maybe it was just that I had spent the last two months with the horizon as my only wall. She led me into the guest room, fussing over the pillows and checking the window latch as if I were a delicate piece of glass.

"Maya, stop it," I teased, sitting on the edge of the mattress. "You’re acting like I’ve never been here before. I’ve crashed on this bed a dozen times after our Friday night shifts."

Maya paused, her hands hovering ov
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