"Maya!" The name slipped out, rough and raw, cracking the quiet.
"Y-Yes, you must be M-Mr. Eros..." Her voice was softer than I remembered, like velvet, laced with confusion. She obviously had no idea this was just Peter Carter from her old neighborhood.
Isabella had told her about "Eros," not the awkward guy from school. She looked away, cheeks flushing, overwhelmed.
"Yes, nice to meet you, Maya," I managed, my voice suddenly feeling thick. She was still so innocent. Still so cute. How could I resist?
She swallowed. "O-Okay." Her eyes darted around the penthouse, trying to take it all in, before landing back on me, her expression a whirlwind of awe and disbelief. "It... it's... amazing. Just... wow. You're—"
She gestured helplessly. "You're so..." Her voice was so unsure. "This must have cost a fortune! How can you afford this place?"
