Jaime's POV
I tossed the blankets onto the couch sometime after she had left me, bracing myself for what promised to be a long night.
The couch was small and lumpy, but I'd endured worse, back when I was starting from the bottom after being dragged into the Mafia business by my father.
It all seemed so far away now, but somehow everything I had learned… everything I had endured had stayed with me…
It turned me into the man I now was.
Still, it wasn't the couch keeping me from finding peace at that moment.
No, all of that honor belonged to Aaliyah alone, the woman in the next room who had slowly but surely infiltrated every corner of my thoughts.
As I hit the couch pillow and laid it down, I couldn’t help but wonder what she was doing right now.
Was she brushing her teeth?
Settling
