MAYA'S POV

We both fall to the floor and land too close, our faces inches apart, and our lips just a kiss away. My body moves to settle my weight properly on him, and our lips accidentally brush. Heat floods my inner thighs, I feel like I'm sitting on literal fire. I shamelessly part my lips and close my eyes waiting for him to respond, but he doesn't.

Instead, he turns his head to the side, refusing to look at me. That haunted look is in his eyes again like he's seen a ghost. "It's gone." ...