Maya’s POV

I woke up with a lazy stretch, arms over my head until my joints popped. 

A yawn slipped out, and I muttered into the quiet, “What a wonderful day to be beautiful.”

I cupped my hand over my mouth and breathed into it. 

My face twisted instantly. Ugh. 

My morning breath was a weapon of mass destruction.

It wasn’t usually this bad right?  That’s when it hit me. Of course, it’s never this bad.

 Maddox and his chicken soup obsession last night. 

He’d drowned it in ...