Against her better judgment, Maya couldn’t stop thinking about Tyler. They had something good once before he trashed it. True, he was young and foolish. True, he was going through a lot. But Maya refused to make excuses for him.
Even so, here she was, falling deep into this delicious swamp of nostalgia. It might swallow her. Did he remember strip poker in their dorms? Did he remember whispering to each other in the back row of the observation deck where they weren't supposed to talk? Did he remember how they figured out the absolute best position for lunar gravity space sex, which required many months of experimentation? She was sure he remembered the sex, but it became so much more than sex for her. For him, too, she once thought.
But then he stomped it all out.
