Maya didn't leave. Instead, she walked toward him, the neon lights of the club blurring into a haze. She knew she was walking back into the fire, but as Ella Henderson’s voice soared over the speakers, Maya realized she wasn't ready for the cold just yet.
Suddenly, the twenty-one reasons felt flimsy. They were logical, cold, and sensible. But the "million more" were none of those things. They were the way he smelled like cedar and rain, the way he remembered how she took her coffee, and the electric shock that ran through her whenever they were in the same room. nathan_dawe_x_ella_henderson_21_reasons_officia...
Her mind immediately started the countdown. She didn't need a list; she had it memorized. Maya didn't leave