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By late afternoon the house felt different. The air was thicker. Every shared glance carried weight. Maya had tried to put space between them—she’d showered alone, pulled on real clothes, even started a load of laundry just to have something normal to do with her hands. It hadn’t helped. She could still feel the ghost of his fingers inside her, the ache between her legs every time she shifted her weight.She was standing at the kitchen island chopping vegetables that didn’t need chopping when Noah came in from the garage. He’d been out there for almost an hour, the rhythmic clang of weights the only sound in the house. Sweat darkened the collar of his tank top. His arms were flushed and veined. He went straight to the fridge, pulled out a bottle of water, and drank half of it in long swallows while he watched her over the rim.Maya kept her eyes on the knife. The blade clicked against the cutting board in a steady rhythm she refused to break.“Yo

The table was set for two like it always was when their parents were gone—plates, glasses, the same scratched wood surface they’d eaten at for years. Maya had thrown on a soft sweater and clean shorts after the shower. The fabric felt wrong against her skin. Every time she shifted in the chair she felt the slow, warm evidence of him still inside her, exactly the way he’d promised. Noah sat across from her in a clean black T-shirt and the same sweatpants he’d pulled on after. He looked calm. Almost ordinary. The only giveaway was the faint red mark on the side of his neck that her mouth had left and the way his eyes kept dropping to her mouth whenever she lifted her fork. They ate in near silence for the first few minutes. The only sounds were the scrape of cutlery and the low hum of the refrigerator. Maya forced herself to take small bites. Her body still hummed from the shower. Sitting still felt like a test she was already failing.

Sunday morning arrived gray and quiet. The kind of light that made everything feel suspended. Maya woke alone in her own bed for the first time since Friday night, the sheets cool where Noah’s body had been. For a few seconds she thought maybe the spell had broken—that the weekend had burned itself out and they would spend the last day pretending nothing had happened.Then she heard the dryer running downstairs.She found him in the laundry room with the door half-open, folding a T-shirt that didn’t need folding. He was barefoot, in black joggers and nothing else, the muscles of his back shifting under the skin every time he moved. The small room smelled like detergent and warm fabric. When he looked up and saw her in the doorway, the careful distance she’d been bracing for wasn’t there.“Come in,” he said. “Close it.”She stepped inside and shut the door. The click of the latch felt louder than it should have. Noah set the folded shirt

The light outside had turned that late-afternoon gold that always made the house feel smaller. Maya stood in the upstairs bathroom with the door closed, staring at her own reflection. A faint bruise darkened the side of her neck where his mouth had been. She tugged the collar of her sweater higher, then lower again, testing what would show. Nothing looked ordinary anymore. Her lips were still a little swollen. Her thighs still ached in that deep, pleasant way that made walking feel like a secret.Downstairs the front door opened and closed. Not their parents—too early. Just Noah coming in from the garage, the soft thud of his shoes against the mat. She heard him move through the kitchen, then the living room, then the quiet creak of the stairs.He didn’t knock. The bathroom door opened and he stepped inside, closing it behind him. The space was small. His presence filled it immediately. He was still in the black T-shirt from earlier, the fabric stretched acros