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That night, the three of them fell asleep in a pile on the floor—Sam’s arm around Maya, Maya’s hand on Zeus’s chest, Zeus’s slow heartbeat a drum keeping time. The rom-coms Maya used to watch alone always ended with a kiss in the rain. But this was better: a girl, her pitbull, and a man brave enough to understand that loving her meant loving the guard dog too. She named him Zeus

Their first real date was at Maya’s apartment. Sam brought steak—one for her, one unseasoned for Zeus. He sat on the floor, not the couch, so he was at eye level with the dog. He didn’t try to dominate or prove anything. He just existed quietly in Zeus’s space until Zeus sighed, rested his chin on Sam’s knee, and closed his eyes. Told him about the ex who threw things