Alex returned to Maya's room, but when he entered, he found it empty. His heart skipped a beat, a surge of panic rising within him. He called out her name, his voice tinged with worry. Just as he was about to search for her, the bathroom door opened, and Maya stepped out.
She was wearing one of his shirts, the fabric hanging loosely on her frame, and her wet hair cascading over her shoulders. The sight of her took Alex's breath away. Her vulnerability and beauty in that moment were almost too much for him to bear.
Maya glanced down at the oversized shirt, then back at Alex, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "I'm sorry, Alex. I didn't have anything else to wear."
Alex didn't say anything at first, his eyes fixed on her, drinking in every detail. She took a hesitant step towards him, but her foot caught on the edge of the rug, and she stumbled. Alex reached out instinctively, catching her as she fell onto the bed, pulling him down with her.
They lay there for a moment, the air between them thick with tension. Alex, propped up on his elbows, hovered over her, his gaze locked onto hers. Maya's breath hitched, her eyes wide with a mixture of surprise and desire.
"I'm sorry," she whispered again, her voice barely audible.
Alex shook his head slowly, his expression softening. "You don't have to be sorry, Maya."
He leaned down, closing the distance between them, and kissed her gently. The touch of his lips sent a shiver down her spine, and she responded, her hands finding their way to his shoulders, pulling him closer.
The kiss deepened, becoming more urgent and passionate. Alex's hand moved to the buttons of his shirt that she was wearing, his fingers deftly undoing them one by one. Maya's heart raced as he slid the shirt off her shoulders, his touch igniting a fire within her.
Alex paused for a moment, his eyes searching hers for any sign of hesitation. Seeing none, he continued, his hands caressing her skin, his lips following the path of his fingers. Maya arched beneath him, her body responding to every touch, every kiss.
They moved together, their actions synchronized as if they were made for each other. Alex's kisses trailed down her neck, her collarbone, and lower, leaving a path of burning desire in their wake. Maya's hands roamed over his back, her nails digging into his skin as her need for him grew.
Alex's movements were slow and deliberate, his touch gentle yet possessive. He explored every inch of her, his kisses and caresses driving her wild. Maya's breath came in short, ragged gasps, her body trembling with anticipation and longing.
Their passion reached its peak as they made love, their bodies entwined, moving in perfect harmony. Each touch, each kiss, was an unspoken promise of love and devotion. The room was filled with the sounds of their union, a symphony of desire and fulfillment.
Afterward, they lay tangled in each other's arms, their bodies spent but their hearts full. Alex held her close, his fingers gently tracing patterns on her back. Maya rested her head on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart, feeling safe and cherished.