(Aaliyah’s POV)
Jaime's words hung in the air like they had been frozen by time.
“Move in with me.”
I blinked in surprise, totally caught off guard by the statement. My muscles, which had been relaxed just moments ago from his magical hands, tensed again as the weight of his suggestion settled over me and I froze, thinking that perhaps I hadn’t heard him properly.
“What?” I whispered, barely able to push the word out.
Jaime’s hands stilled on my back, his warmth grounding me, preventing me from sitting up to meet his gaze.
He leaned down, brushing his lips softly against my ear. “You heard me, Aaliyah. Move in with me.” He repeated without faltering, “I don’t want this to be just weekends or stolen moments anymore, I want us to wake up together every day, to fall asleep in each ot
