CHAPTER FOURTEEN The evening had started innocently. Maya had gone out with Sophia, determined to clear her head after everything that had happened with Daniel. She had spent the entire evening trying not to think about Adrian, which, ironically, only made his presence sharper in her mind—the memory of his voice, the warmth of his hand at her back, the quiet steadiness of him. By the time Adrian came to pick her up, Maya was already tipsy. He found her sitting on the edge of a sofa, her cheeks flushed and her eyes unusually bright. Music drifted through the room behind her, but she seemed to hear only him. "Maya." She looked up. A slow smile spread across her face, soft and unguarded. "Adrian." He frowned when he noticed the empty glass on the table. "How much have you had?" She considered the question seriously, her gaze lingering on his mouth before returning to his eyes. "I don't know." Adrian sighed. "Come on. We're going home." "I'm fine." "You can barely sit str
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