"It was too much, Leo," she whispered. "The way you looked at me, the way I felt when we were together… it felt like it would consume my whole life. I wasn't ready for a 'forever' kind of love at eighteen."
"I almost didn't," Maya admitted, nursing a drink she didn't really want. "But I heard a certain someone was back in town for good."
"You came," Leo said, his voice a low hum that she felt in her chest.
Leo turned to her, his expression softening. He reached out, his hand hovering near hers before she finally closed the gap. "And now?"