Maya's POV

I watched as Andrew groaned, muttering something unintelligible, then adjusted himself and settled back into the couch, completely unaware.

We didn't move. Not for a long time.

Then Regan whispered under his breath, "We're cursed."

I bit my lip to stop from laughing and whispered back, "Definitely cursed."

He smiled faintly, brushing a strand of hair from my face. "We'll continue this, properly. One day."

I didn't respond, but my silence said enough.

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