Maya clasped her uninjured hand to her chest as she lay down to sleep. The conversation felt like a waste of time—nothing she did made any difference.
She knew she was not going to fall asleep anytime soon but it was better to try. She didn't want to think about how the conversation ended. She didn't want to think about anything.
He was likely going to go to the room next door and sleep there. He'd rather sleep on a desk than with her. She might spend the night in his room tonight, but for how long?
What were they now? Did their intimacy mean anything, or would things return to what they were? What even were they?
Her eyes flew open as she felt the bed dip. Maya could barely contain her shock as he got into bed with her. His back was to her as he pulled the covers over himself.
He stayed!
