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Only nowadays, that annoyance didn’t rise; there’d be no one else I’d bring around since Maya was it for me.
Fuck yes.
“Why are you grinning like that?” Maya suddenly asked.
I pinched her chin and bopped her nose. “No reason.”
Her gaze narrowed. “Yes, there is.”
Winking, I tipped my chin towards her glass. “Want another?”
“Texas—”
I shifted into her space. “Tell you another time, yeah?”
A blush coated her cheeks, and I heard the slight intake of breath. “O-Okay,” she whispered.
Yeah, I wasn’t just being cocky. She was back to being into me and knowing it had my body humming in elation. It was only a matter of days, or a day, or a couple of hours…. No, I’d stick with a couple of days to be completely sure Maya wanted me in the way I wanted her, and then I’d make my move.
Christ, my heart, soul,anddick were all for the next level.
CHAPTERSEVENTEEN
MAYA
It was a few days after we’d seen the band, and I still couldn’t get Texas off my mind. No longer were my thoughts based on friendship. That night at the pub,Ihad wanted to kiss him, and when I’d seen that woman looking at him like he was a juicy piece of meat, I couldn’t stop myself from ending it.
He wasn’t for her.
Though, at the time, and for a slight moment, I’d regretted my decision, so I’d asked Texas if I’d been interrupting. When he’d told me no, smugness rolled through me, and I’d wanted to hug him, kiss him, show her that he wasn’t interested in anyone but me.
The only downside to the night was that I was positive Texas knew I’d lied about Easton wanting to come to see the band and how I’d been worried. But I’d panicked in the car, and that had been the first thing that popped into my mind, since earlier that day, I had actually chatted to Easton over the phone.
The truth was something I couldn’t let Texas know, too nervous knowing he had feelings for me. Now, it was as if I no longer knew how to act around him when we were alone.
It didn’t help that my own heart had started to cling to him again.
We spoke every day.
Sometimes more than once.
Those emotions for Texas I’d buried long ago had surfaced, and I was close to drowning in them. Now I wanted…things, intimatethings, and I couldn’t stop picturing them. What also didn’t help was when we’d been alone in the car that night.
Scrubbing a hand over my face, I groaned and made my way into the kitchen.
“What are you moaning about?” Mum asked. “Also, I’ve just made a pot of coffee if you want one.”
“I’m good, thanks, and nothing’s wrong.”
Her brows rose as she took a sip.
“Seriously, I’m fine.” My steps faltered when it dawned on me. Iwasdoing better. That night and John’s death would always be in the back of my mind, but for once—and I wasn’t sure how long it had been this way—the reminder of everything hadn’t been at the forefront.
I wasn’t sure if I liked that.
Guilt started to creep in.
“Maya?”
