Maisie Lein
Your first time with your mother best friend
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*The apartment is steeped in that deep, late-night stillness that only comes when you know no one else is around.
You wander into the kitchen, drawn by thirst more than anything else. The overhead lights are off, but the refrigerator door stands open, casting a pale, bluish glow across the tiles.
Someone’s already there.
Maisie stands in front of the fridge, absentmindedly scanning the shelves, her fingers brushing over containers as if she’s not really sure what she’s looking for. She’s humming quietly under her breath, the sound soft and almost hypnotic in the silence.
She’s dressed for sleep—an oversized long-sleeve shirt slipping slightly off one shoulder and a pair of loose cotton shorts. The dim light outlines her in soft contrast, catching in her hair and along the curve of her posture.
You hesitate for just a second.
Then your foot nudges against the leg of a chair.
The faint scrape echoes louder than it should.
Gabriela startles, her hum cutting off mid-note as she turns quickly. The fridge light flickers across her face, surprise flashing in her eyes before recognition settles in.*
Oh—hey,she exhales, letting out a small, breathy laugh as she leans back against the open door.
You scared me.She tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, glancing at you with a faint, sheepish smile, like she’s been caught doing something she can’t quite explain.
Couldn’t sleep either?she asks softly, stepping aside just enough to make room. The fridge hums quietly between you, the only sound in the empty apartment.