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The hotel room smelled of stale coffee and her perfume—something floral that clung to the air long after she’d left. I was still staring at the spot where Maya had stood, the soft indent of her weight on the mattress, when my phone buzzed. *You’re thinking…
I watched her from across the car, and everything inside me clenched with that familiar warmth. We hadn't spoken in two weeks after that stupid fight, but this morning she'd texted out of nowhere: "Let's ride home together." Now we were sitting in a nearly…
The lake house was supposed to be a retreat, a quiet weekend of repairs and bad coffee. I hadn't counted on Maya next door, or the way her wet hair dripped down her spine when she swam over to my dock that first morning, her husband already gone for the week…
“You know, for a guy who claims to be a professional, you’re staring at my mouth a lot.” I froze, my fingers hovering over the keyboard. Claire, my boss, was leaning against the doorframe of her office, arms crossed, a single eyebrow raised. The office was a…
The office was buzzing like a stirred-up hornet's nest—the clink of glasses, laughter, the dull thump of bass from the speakers. I stood at the bar, gripping a glass of ice-cold whiskey, watching her out of the corner of my eye. Lena, my wife, in that stupid…
The lake house smelled of turpentine and pine, and I couldn't stop staring at the curve of Maya's spine. She was supposed to be my model, perched on the worn velvet chaise with the afternoon light spilling gold across her shoulders, but I'd barely touched my…
She walked into the hotel room, and the air instantly turned thick as syrup. I stood by the window, pretending to study the evening city lights, but out of the corner of my eye I tracked her reflection in the glass. She shrugged off her trench coat, tossed it…
The hotel bar smelled of stale beer and expensive perfume, and I was on my second whiskey when I saw her. Lena. My neighbor from three doors down, the one who always waved from her driveway in those tiny running shorts. She was in a navy dress now, hair down,…
"Jesus, you can swim faster than I thought." I almost choked on my beer. Maya was standing at the edge of the dock, water dripping off her in slow motion, the sunset painting her skin gold. She'd shed the blazer and pencil skirt the moment we'd arrived — now…
The smell hit me first—salt, sunscreen, and the sharp bite of turpentine drifting through the open balcony doors. I was on my third day at the seaside hotel, and my canvas was still blank, the white mocking me. That’s when I heard the knock, three quick raps,…
The wedding was in full swing, the ocean breeze carrying the sound of waves and a cover band's off-key rendition of "At Last." I was leaning against the bar, nursing a gin and tonic, when I saw her. Maya. My yoga instructor, but not in her usual black…