(Aaliyah)
The flight back home was filled with a silence that was almost oppressive… one that I couldn’t for the love of me understand.
Jaime was acting… different.
It was... almost as though that snowed-in night of confessions and last night’s sexy show for my family had never happened.
My boss was all business now… back to his usual, stoic, overly busy self—if the way he’d been on his phone the entire flight, flipping through emails, muttering agreements on calls I wasn’t privy to, and hammering away at his laptop, was any indication.
I tried not to take it personally… tried to convince myself that he was just catching up on work, but the pit in my stomach told me otherwise.
Jaime didn’t just seem busy. He seemed... closed off.
I mean, I get it.
No really, I did.
Jaime, the b
