RyanMore than three hours had passed since Maya and Jess had messaged me. Concentrating on my work had been difficult as an unsettling mix of confusion, arousal and irritation kept intruding on my thoughts. I had written and rewritten the same introductory paragraph twenty times, moved on to other sections, returned to it, rewritten it again, made further edits, and it still felt lumpen and vague. Banging the desk in frustration, I grabbed my phone and sent a short response to both, telling Maya that I would call her later today and going along with Jess's fickle apathy.It didn't work, of course. Instead, of clearing my head, I started to glance continually at my phone, waiting for a response. I still couldn't square Maya's explanation with the sharply analytical person I thought I had met. Nor could I escape the realisation that, even if Jess hadn't sounded so apathetic about the night before, it wouldn't have helped. If she had said it was an amazing experience and that she was de
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