Gusto mong i-set up ko siya ulit sa ibang babae.”
Sabel and Doris shared a glance. The three of them gathered at Maya’s house after work to go over the expo and play catch-up. They lounged around her living room—Doris was on the floor, cross- legged on the throw rug, Sabel stretched out on the sofa, and Maya’s perched, as usual, in her recliner. They wore comfy shorts and T-shirts, and already had their dinner of Andok’s roast chicken and blown through most of the delicious buko pie dessert that one of their grateful clients gave them that afternoon. A bottle of Chardonnay held only a few drops left. They just finished watching a chick-flick movie and Bobby snoozed contentedly in his doggy bed next to his bunny, still sated on the pieces of chicken that Doris and Sabel sneaked to him earlier. Of course, they were careful not to give him chicken bones or Maya will go ballistic in case he chokes.
Maya was quite grateful to them- they’d left her alone most of the week and resisted asking questions regarding her night with Richard. She’d avoided telling her Kinnect crew in order to buy a bit more time to settle her emotions. She knew it cost Sabel the most. Her friend actually had an eye twitch, bursting at the seams for all the details, so she’d finally relented and invited them over for a take away dinner.
“Oo,” Maya finally answered. “I want you to set him up with another woman.”
Sabel tapped her pink nails against her lip and waited a few beats. “You did sleep with him, right?”
Maya gave up and gave in. “Uh-huh.”
Sabel arched a brow. “Well? Anong nangyari? Spill all the details please.”
She sighed and briefly went over their encounter. Silence beat in the room for a while as her friends processed the information.
“Wow, Maya, you had a freakin’ orgasm your first time?” Sabel groaned. “Ang suwerte mo, ha. Ako nga e ang tagal kong nadiskubre kung bakit gusto ng mga babae ang sex!”
Maya tilted her head. “No way. You didn’t climax your first time?”
Sabel snorted. “Not even close. Hanggang sa makilala ko ang bad boy na si Gerry Panganiban. Matanda siya sa akin ng tatlong taon at meron siyang motorsiklo. Pumuslit ako sa amin noon para sumama sa kanyang mamasyal. He took me for a ride and what a ride it was. After that I swore off nice men forever, they’re too disappointing. Ikaw, Doris?”
Doris shifted her long hair to the other shoulder. “Waley din yung first time ko. He didn’t even know what a clit was, let alone how to find it.”
Maya smothered a laugh at her friend’s crass statement. “Wow, I had no idea it was that hard. Actually, he gave me three.”
They stared at her as if she’d sprouted two heads. “Tatlo?” Sabel choked out. “Aba, magaling pala si singkit!”
Heat bloomed on her cheeks, but she felt a weird type of pride in her lover’s expertise. “Uh-huh. ‘Yun nga lang, bigla siyang nag-freak out nang malaman niyang virgin pa ako. I mean, really, what’s the big deal?”
Doris shook her head. “He was probably feeling too close to you. When men bond, the first thing they do is try to cut the ties. Sort of like a wolf caught in a trap. They’ll chew their own paw off just to get free.”
Sabel laughed. “Nice visual. Pero, ang OA naman niya, ano. Wala ka namang binanggit na words na Love o kaya’y Marriage. You were super cool about it, di ba? Okay, so let’s go over the summary one more time. You had amazing sex, he acted like a dick, you kind of broke up, and now you want me to keep him in Kinnect and find him other dates?”
“Tama.”
Doris leaned forward and rested her thumbs on her knees. “Sister, do you think that’s healthy? Maybe we should just cut him loose. Di ba nag-offer naman siyang mag-quit?”
“No. What we need is a crop of new women. I made a tactical error thinking I could force Richard to believe in love, pero ngayon, alam ko na na hindi tayo mananalo sa ganoong strategy dahil hindi na natin mababago ang kanyang paniniwala.
Kaya ang kailangan nating gawin ay ihanap siya ng ka-match na babaeng may ganoon ding paniniwala. He’ll feel safe with her, and perhaps be able to open up to a long-term relationship.”
Doris nodded in agreement, but Maya knew she was already reaching for her counseling tools. “Okay, kung ‘yan talaga ang gusto mo. Ready ka na talagang ipaubaya siya sa ibang babae?”
“Oo.”
“Ay naku, sa tingin ko, hindi ‘yan tama.” Sabel glared and stabbed a finger through the air. “You’re into him. We tried this before and he ended up at your front door and took you to bed. Paano mo masasabing hindi ganon uli ang mangyayari?
Maya crossed her arms in front of her chest. “Mas naiintindihan na namin ang isa’t isa ngayon. We realized we want different things. Besides, we needed to get the sex out of our system. Di ba yun din ang payo ninyo?”
“Did it bring back the touch?”
Maya snagged her wineglass and drained it dry. “No,” she muttered.
Her friends let out deep sighs. “Aww, shucks,” Sabel said. “Akala ko talaga, babalik ‘yun pag nag-sex kayo. Ano ba ang sabi ni Mommy Teresita?”
“Hindi ko pa sinasabi sa kanya and to be honest, ayaw ko munang umuwi sa amin. One visit was enough for now, ano. She almost got me arrested by sneaking that pot-like cigarette in my bag. At saka ayokong mag-alala pa siya tungkol dito. We’ll just move forward and see if it comes back. Besides, we’re set up for success with or without my gift. Let’s not lose sight of the goal.”
Doris nodded with enthusiasm. “Tama si Maya. This is happening for a reason to lead her in the next step of a journey. We’ll be patient and open. Let the universe guide us.”
“Me and the universe do not have the same understanding. I find success happens when you kick the universe’s ass and do what you want,” Sabel said.
Doris gave her a pointed look. “Alam mo, sa palagay ko, kailangan mo ng hot yoga session.”
“Sa tingin ko, kailangan ko nga ng hot pero yung mas enjoyable na klaseng hot.”
Maya fought a grin. “Teka, teka. Bago kayo magtalo, let’s make sure we’re clear on what we agree to do. Sabel will take over Richard’s matchmaking and we’ll move on.”
Sabel blew out a disgusted breath. “Fine. Mali pa rin sa tingin ko ang desisyong ito pero gagawin ko para sa ‘yo. At least he was nice enough to look after Bobby so you could go to the expo.”
The image of waking up in Richard’s house flashed before her. Tucked in the blanket with Bobby at her feet, she felt safe. Taken care of. He hadn’t tried to drag her into bed or leverage their sexual attraction.
She pictured them having a cozy breakfast together and completely lost it. There was no way she could continue fighting her instinct to surrender to him. So, in the middle of the night, she’d packed Bobby up and sneaked out like a bad one-night stand.
She wondered if he missed her when he woke up. She wondered if he even cared or thought twice, or was just relieved he wouldn’t have to deal with her company.
Yeah, she was officially nuts and nuts about him. She had to set him up with another woman before it was too late.
“Oh, look, 9 to 5 is on!” Sabel shrieked.
Maya swiveled her head. The classic female buddy movie always made her laugh. Doris jumped up and down with excitement. “Ay paborito ko ang movie na ito! I think we need more wine.”
“Kukuha lang ako sandali.” Maya trudged to the kitchen to snag another bottle. “My favorite is when they all get high and imagine creative ways to kill their boss.”
“I love it when they wheel the dead body out of the hospital and get caught with it in the trunk!”
“Wait!” Sabel called out. “Mayroon akong idea.”
Maya and Doris looked at each other. “’Yan ang nakakatakot, Sabel. Usually kasi, your ideas involve breaking the law or cute boys.”
Her friend practically preened. “KJ ka talaga. Girls’ night in nga e. We need to let loose. At sigurado akong meron pa si Maya nung herbal cigarette ni Mommy Teresita, di ba sister?”
“Sabagay, magaling nga yung pampa-relax kaya lang baka mangamoy tayo at mapagkamalang gumagamit ng marijuana?” Maya was doubtful.
“Hindi yan. Nakasara naman ang mga bintana. At saka if worse comes to worst at mapagbintangan tayo, e mapapatunayan naman natin na hindi yun marijuana di ba? .”
Maya paused only a moment. Doris looked okay with the idea. And for a little while, she didn’t want to worry about Richard or rules or anything. She wanted to hang with her best friends and let loose. “Okay, I’ll get it.”
She scooped it out of the zippered pocket of her purse, searched her junk drawer for matches, and brought it into the living room. They all sat close together around the battered coffee table as Dolly Parton in the movie strutted her stuff in the boss’s office.
“I can’t believe we’re doing this,” Doris muttered. But she took the cigarette, sucked in a deep breath, and held it. Maya and Sabel giggled like teenagers and passed it around.
“Kung nakita niyo lang ang hitsura ni Richard nang makita niya ito sa aking bag!” Maya said, inhaling hard.
“Anong sinabi mo?” Doris asked.
Maya snorted. “I denied the whole thing, of course! Said it wasn’t mine!”
That collapsed them into more laughter. “Why do men have to make life so complicated?” Sabel grumbled, expertly plucking the cigarette between her fingers and placing it against her lips.
Doris let out a dreamy sigh. “Kasi they’re the other half of us. It’s supposed to be complicated.”
“Is your new yoga teacher complicating things for you, Doris?” Sabel asked slyly.
Maya studied her friend’s blooming cheeks. “Are you having an affair with your instructor?” she asked in surprise. Doris was very strict when it came to not dating her instructors or students. She held herself to a higher standard than others.
Doris frowned and gracefully stole back the cigarette. “I had a relapse. Once. Twice. Okay, maybe a few times.”
Sabel leaned in. “Ay ang saya-saya. Are you hiding it from everyone? Do you do it in his office or after hours?”
“Maybe.” Doris answered which made Maya laugh. Doris was always able to surprise her by challenging Sabel’s gutsy questions. “Let’s just say Downward Facing Dog will never be the same for me.”
Sabel sucked in a breath. “You go, girl.”
“Hindi rin kami magtatagal. He doesn’t believe in monogamy, so I won’t be staying with him for long.”
Maya let out a long breath. “Ganun din si Richard. He believes in oxytocin. A hormone that’s emitted after sex and disguised as love.”
“I say we don’t need any men. I say screw them.”
Maya nodded at Sabel’s booming statement. She’s starting to relax and feel all her worries ebb away from her body. “Yeah, you’re right. We don’t need men at all. All we need is each other.”
“And good movies,” Doris chimed in.
“And wine,” Sabel declared. “Forever and ever!”
“Girl power!” they all shouted.
She didn’t remember what happened afterward. The room drifted, warm and cozy, and her friends voices were like music in her ears. She floated to a happy place, where she didn’t care about Richard Lim or his next date or his stupid oxytocin. From now on, she’d concentrate on her own journey and have fun and maybe eventually find someone who loved her back.
Someday.
*******
“Your place looks great, Rafi. So do you.”
Richard took in his little sister with a bit of a pang. She was different. Yes, still sweet underneath, a bit shy, but she walked with a feminine confidence he’d never seen before. He was definitely screwed up. All he’d wanted was for her to stand strong on her own, but now he felt as if she didn’t need him anymore.
Rafi smiled and pushed over the chips and dip, his weakness. The place was small but happily cluttered, with various books, papers, and magazines scattered among antique tables, a sofa set, and a tiny breakfast nook that held French doors opening onto a patio. Cool upland air tinged area with a teasing freshness, and he pictured her outside planting a garden. She always had a green thumb but couldn’t really experiment with their place in the city. From the eclectic pottery and watercolors, he finally caught a sense of Rafi’s true taste.
“Thanks, big brother. Sabi ko sa ‘yo, I would be okay. Tagaytay is the perfect fit for me. I’m even taking a pottery class on the weekend, and Brian is teaching a creative poetry workshop I plan on attending.”
Her work always drowned out most of her social activities, and she’d been afraid to push outside her social barriers. Now, she seemed relaxed in her well-fit jeans, Coach sneakers, and chic yet comfy black T-shirt. Her hair had been tamed and pulled back to accentuate the strong lines of her face, and her trendy new glasses brought out a confident edge she’d never exhibited before.
Richard grabbed a handful of chips. “So, tell me about this Brian.”
Her gaze narrowed, probably from past experience. “Uumpisahan mo na naman, Kuya.”
He laughed and threw his hands up. “I’m not, I promise. I really just want to know about him. I have no intentions of sticking my nose in your personal life anymore.”
Rafi wrinkled her nose. “Talaga? Bakit?”
“Dahil mukhang okay ka naman na – you seem happy and healthy.” His voice caught with emotion. “That’s all I ever wanted.”
Her face softened, and she snagged his hand to give it a quick squeeze. “Thank you for that. Brian is great. Maya said we were moving a bit fast, but she seemed to trust my judgment. We get along well, have similar interests, and decided to be monogamous.”
“Hmm, it’s only been two weeks, though, right?”
“Kuya…”
“I know, sorry. Hard habit to break. Just listen to your gut. If you feel like he’s going too fast, slow it down. You’re in control.”
“Got it. Right now I’m going with the flow and enjoying every moment.”
Worry nagged at him. Maya was definitely keeping an eye on his sister, especially if she made that comment. Maybe he should talk to her briefly about Brian. Not to cause any trouble, but to make sure Maya realized the implications if this guy wasn’t being careful. How many times did men throw themselves into a relationship only to get spooked when they realized it was the real stuff? It was a weakness in his gender he knew quite well. Richard glanced at his watch. Maybe he’d drop by her house, check on Bobby, and ask some innocent questions.
He spent the next hour catching up and snacking before he made his way out. Should he call first? What if she told him not to come by? Ever since that morning, it seemed they had an agreement to stay away from each other. Sabel already had a date lined up for him this Friday night, and there was no real reason to contact Maya.
Still, he was in the area and he really was a bit concerned about Rafi.
Richard maneuvered his way through the town. Crowds spilled over the sidewalks, walking dogs, lingering with coffee at outside cafés. The lake flowed and the bridge gleamed in the partially cloudy sky. Funny, he was actually growing to enjoy the little town. There’s a bit of everything and different types of people, including artists with purple hair and piercings but there was a level of acceptance and positive energy flowing through the crooked streets. He passed a sign advertising hot yoga and winced.
Maya’s car was parked in the driveway when he pulled up. He fought the urge to swipe his palms down his pants and wondered what the hell was wrong with him. Nothing to be nervous about, just a quick stopover to chat about his sister.
He rang the bell and waited.
When she opened the door, he knew why he’d been wary.
She took his breath away.
Hair caught up in a ponytail, face bare of makeup, she wore a simple yellow t-shirt, black jogging pants and black Nike trainers. Her light brown doe eyes widened when she caught sight of him. Her presence jacked his body to life, and he tamped down the urge to step through the door, haul her into his arms, and kiss her senseless. She was so freakin’ beautiful and real.
“Anong ginagawa mo dito?”
“Binisita ko si Rafi. And now I wanted to check on Bobby.”
Of course, it was almost two weeks that had passed, and he knew the infection was completely cleared up. Her brow hiked as if she suspected his lame excuse, but she opened the door anyway. “Come on in. Bobby, andito si Richard!”
The scurry of paws echoed through the air. The dog raced over to him and crashed into his open arms. Richard laughed, petting him, then leaned over to press his forehead to his. “Hey, buddy. Na-miss kita. Good day ba?”
He barked once.
“I’ll take that as a yes. Nasaan na si Bunny?”
Bobby turned, vanished into the living room, and charged back with the tattered, sopping-wet bunny in his mouth. A fierce pleasure pounded through Richard, knowing the dog still loved the gift.
Maya shook her head and grinned. “It’s his favorite thing in the world. I insisted on washing it the other day, and he waited in front of the washing machine for an hour.”
His throat tightened. “I’m glad.” He straightened up and hungrily took her in. Her cheeks were flushed, but he figured she’d been exercising. Thinking it was over him would hurt too much. “Nakakaistorbo ba ako?”
She shifted her feet. “Dadalhin ko sana si Bobby sa dog park. Let him run a bit.”
“Oh.” He stared at her like a teenage chump. “Maybe I can come with you? I want to talk to you about something.”
Maya hesitated and pulled her lower lip between her teeth. His gaze focused on those lush, pale pink lips and he wished to hell she was sucking on something else. “I guess so.”
Her reluctance made him grin. Always trying to get rid of him, even from the beginning. “Great. Tara na.”
He reached for the cart, called for Bobby, and deftly hooked up the straps. She grabbed two water bottles, a Brgy Ginebra NSD cap, and headed out the door. Their long strides ate up the pavement as they walked into town, and the wheels of Bobby’s cart steadily whirled. “Basketball fan?” He pointed to the cap perched on her head. Damn, she looked adorable with her ponytail bouncing.
Maya laughed. “Hindi. Bigay ito ni Alexa, sister ni Liza. She’s a huge Ginebra basketball team fan. She gives out gear for birthdays and Christmas.”
“Hope her husband isn’t an Alaska Aces fan.”
“Uh, yeah, better not go there. How about you? Sports guy?”
“No time. Pero nanonood ako ng basketball paminsan-minsan. At saka Olympics.”
The dog park was half filled with a variety of breeds. Maya opened the gate, which housed a large lawn, various toys, and huge water bowls. Exchanging greetings with the other owners, they leaned against the gate and watched Bobby take off in his cart, whizzing round and round with his ears pinned back and his tongue lolling in ecstasy. Richard relaxed, chuckling at the simple pleasures of taking a walk on a beautiful, cool afternoon in Tagaytay. Usually he was at the office catching up on work, at the gym, or trying to do something halfway productive.
“Anong gusto mong pag-usapan?”
Oh. Right. Back to the real goal of his visit. “Rafi. Kagagaling ko lang sa bahay niya.”
Maya let out a sigh. “You know I can’t discuss her situation, right?”
“No, this is different. She told me she’s dating this guy Brian, a poetry teacher, and things are getting a bit intense. Said you advised she was going too fast. What did you mean by that comment?”
She watched Bobby run and seemed to mull over her answer. “I can’t give you much without breaking confidentiality. I always counsel my clients on diving in too fast, just in case. I always advocate slow and steady because it seems to work better for the percentages of successful relationships.”
He strummed the gate with his fingers. “Do you think she’s in any trouble?”
Maya shook her head. “Rafi seems fully capable of handling the situation. That’s all I can say for now, which was probably too much.”
He nodded. “Good enough.”
“That’s it?” she teased. “You trust me now? Don’t think I’ll raise my prices and make Rafi mortgage her apartment?”
He studied her face, her soft smile, and shining eyes and wondered if he’d ever get over her. “I trust you, Maya.”
The words drifted softly in the breeze. She stiffened, recognizing the hidden meaning in his statement, and she stepped closer. Time stopped. Sexual energy swarmed and pulled them together. Helpless to resist the spell, he bent over and touched his lips to hers.
The kiss was gentle. Undemanding. A slight brush of the lightest touch, whisper soft and as heady as a shot of adrenaline on a bungee jump. Her eyes darkened. He scented her arousal from here, and his nostrils flared with the need to take, claim, possess.
Instead, he swallowed a curse and drew back. He didn’t apologize, and she didn’t demand one. They stared at each other for a while, until Bobby’s barking broke through their bubble and dragged them back to reality.
“Gusto mong magpunta sa doggie bakery?” Maya asked.
Bobby barked twice.
“Somehow, I don’t think that was a no,” Richard said. “Let’s go, buddy.”
They strolled into town. Stopped in the bakery for Bobby and got him a frosted, organic peanut butter donut and a pepperoni twist for later. A Goldilocks bakery was next door, and Richard dragged her inside and bought a bag of buttercreme bites, brownie crisps, ube ensaymada, and cheesy ensaymada to take home. They munched and weaved their way through the crowds, admiring art in the windows, and spent almost an hour in the secondhand bookshop, Wisdom. The smell of leather and paper hung heavily in the air, and he breathed it in like a drug. He purchased a biography of FVR and got her The History of the Labrador, which featured a glossy photo that looked like Bobby.
After a satisfying afternoon snack at the hot dog truck, they sipped chocolate mochas and then headed back. The wind grew crisp threatening to rain, signaling an end to the idyllic day. When he stopped in front of her house, regret pierced him. He wanted to come inside, cuddle up on her worn-out recliner, and watch the sunset. He wanted . . .
He cut off the thought and forced the words out. “I have a date tonight.”
She stiffened. Then nodded. “That’s good. Kanino?”
“Christy. Nakausap ko na siya sa telepono. Seems nice. Different from the others—a bit older and seems to hold similar philosophies.”
Richard ached for her to meet his gaze, but she ducked her head and concentrated on finding her keys. “Sabel knows what she’s doing. I hope it works out. Thanks for keeping us company today.”
“Thanks for telling me about Rafi.”
“Welcome.” The key slid in the lock and she opened the door. “See ya.”
He petted Bobby good-bye and watched them disappear. The light went on in the living room, and soon the sounds of the TV drifted through the half-open window. He stood on the pavement for a while, looking in before finally turning away.
This time, he didn’t look back.
*******
Christy.
She hated her already.
Maya stabbed her spoon into the small tub of ice cream and shoved it into her mouth. Why did he have to appear on her doorstep today of all days? Before his date with another woman who was probably perfectly matched? She’d been fine these past two weeks. Better than fine. She was almost cured of Richard Lim, and that wicked one night, and decided she may even want to date. Soon. Very soon.
But now he screwed up her head again, with those gorgeous chinito eyes, and sinful mouth, and spiky soft hair. His scent was a delicious mixture of ginger and spice that made her want to howl like a bitch in heat. She wished she had never introduced him to the idea of jeans, because those Levi’s molded his ass and showed off his other assets. Assets she had personally explored and enjoyed. Assets that weren’t hers anymore.
Assets that Christy better keep her hands off of.
Maya fumed and ate. She glared at the TV where The 40-Year-Old Virgin played and didn’t even gain a chuckle. If Steve Carell failed, she was doomed. Even the Goldilocks ensaymadas weren’t helping.
Groaning in defeat, she wondered if she should get out of her track suit and go out. Tapas was still open, and a call to Sabel would give her a date. She could have a few beers and socialize instead of sinking into a black depression alone, regarding a man who was not meant for her.
Life kind of sucked.
The idea of putting her feet into boots instead of her fuzzy comfy slippers made her mind up. She finished the ice cream, tipped back two glasses of wine, and let her mind fade into television numbness. Somewhere she read that every hour spent sitting and watching TV cut off her life by two minutes. Oh, goody. Maybe she’d be done with this hell sooner rather than later.
Forget it. She’d go to bed early, switch off her brain, and be better in the morning. And she’d be much more careful about letting Richard into her house or even engaging in a conversation. He was too dangerous, and she was an addict.
Maya shut off the TV, turned out the lights, and stomped to bed.
*******
“I’m so glad we finally set this up.” Christy enthused.
“Me, too.” Richard gazed at the woman across the table. Her black hair was fashionably short and her smile real. She liked the gym, worked as an attorney in corporate law, and was married but now legally annuled. So far, the date had gone perfectly, and he honestly liked her.
“I’m surprised you’re open to a matchmaking firm,” she commented, cutting into her steak. Her appetite was so much better than those of the other women he took out. Not as good as Maya’s, of course, but still worthy of his need for consistent gourmet food. “I interned for a civil firm in my younger days and it’s a real bitch. Kind of ruins your idea of a happy ending.”
Surprised at her astuteness, he grinned. “Yeah, I got slightly singed along the way.”
“More like roasted, I bet.”
He chuckled and took a sip of wine. “Let’s just say I’m open to the idea of a companion. Someone without high ideals but willing to date and explore a relationship on rational terms.”
She nodded with approval. “Ako din. It freaks me out when a guy starts talking about his biological clock or settling down. I love my work, my life, and have plenty of hobbies. But sharing it would be nice. Seeing what happens.”
“Exactly.”
Sabel had hit the jackpot. Not only did he like Christy, she was attractive and matched his sense of humor. The pieces he’d been searching for clicked into place. They finished dessert—the woman actually had cake without an apology—and made their way out of the restaurant. She chattered a bit as he walked her to the car, and Richard hesitated. Should he invite her back? No, better off waiting for the next time. And there’d definitely be a next time.
“I had a great time. Do you want to go out again?” she asked.
“Definitely. I’ll give you a call this week. I’m glad we met.”
“Me, too.” She lifted herself up on tiptoe and gave him a peck on the lips. “Good night.”
“Good night.”
He watched her pull away. He was back on track. This was the type of woman he needed in his life, one who understood him, knew how life worked, and was eager to meet him halfway. He got into his Jaguar and started home.
Cranking up the radio, he listened to Daughtry croon about the start of something good, and pictured his future. Partner at his law firm. A beautiful, intelligent woman sharing some good moments. Rafi happy. His designer apartment. Life was indeed good.
The words of the song hit his ears and his gut at the same time. This was what he wanted, right? What he had always wanted? This was the best it was going to get.
He thought about his afternoon with Maya. About Bobby. About the empty ache in his gut that never seemed to get full, no matter what food he ate or alcohol he drank or work he did. He remembered when he touched Christy, and the pleasantness of her company, and how on every rational level she seemed the perfect fit.
But she wasn’t Maya.
He was in love with Maya.
To be continued
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