your closet.” She chuckled as she patted his face before she left.
Blake, a little shell-shocked, stood in the doorway a moment too long. Aiyana found him standing there with a confused and disoriented look on his face and closed the door for him. “She can be a handful, I know.”
“She’s-” he stopped himself as he looked down at Aiyana. “Never mind, it’s not her I want to talk about.”
Aiyana felt the familiar skip in her heartbeat when their gazes met and she wanted to lean up to kiss him, but they had things to discuss before she could curl up in his arms. “I know. Let’s go sit down.”
Blake followed her into the living room where they settled onto the couch together. Aiyana made a point of keeping a little distance between them. She wanted to have an adult discussion that wasn’t marred by their physical attraction for each other. “You go first,” she told him as she folded her legs beneath him.
“I love you. I want to be with you, and I think my mother will come around. If she doesn’t, it’s her loss. And your friend is weird.” He took a deep breath for the first time after he started talking, and searched her face for a hint of the passion he knew was in her.
“I love you, too, but I don’t want to be the woman that comes between a man and his mother. That’s not fair to all three of us, Blake. I don’t want you to stop talking to your mother because of me. And she may be weird, but she’s a kickass friend.” She saw a hint of a smile on his lips at her last sentence, but it quickly faded.
“So we’re at an impasse. I want to make you my wife, but you don’t want to be my wife unless my mother approves. Isn’t it supposed to be me looking for your father’s approval?” He wanted badly to reach out and touch her thigh, to show her that he loved her no matter what, but he resisted the urge.
“The time will come for that,” she said with a hint of a smile. He wanted to see it blossom across her face, but he knew they weren’t there just yet.
“There’s something else,” he told her as he held out his hand to her. Aiyana accepted even if he noticed a hint of hesitation. “Briana suggested you had some rocky relationships in the past. I know we don’t talk about that kind of things and it doesn’t really matter to me, but if someone hurt you, I want to know.”
It was getting close to the time where they had to start getting ready if they were going to make the dinner date with Jonathan and Candice, but he’d barely mentioned it to her when he got home. He didn’t care if he missed out on the opportunity entirely, as long as he knew Aiyana was okay. He needed to know that they were going to be okay together, and that she wasn’t going to leave him because he hadn’t asked the right questions or done the right things.
“It’s nothing like what you’re thinking,” Aiyana said as she flicked her gaze down to the couch. When she looked back up, he caught pain in her gaze and wondered if she was still a bit in love with someone else. “I was dating a man for a while, Jose. He had a daughter, a little girl I just adored, but it didn’t work out with Jose. We had some disagreements about money and what he was doing with his life. He wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon and I wanted someone I could rely on as much as they could rely on me.” She reached over to grab a tissue and he realized she was going to start crying.
Blake couldn’t take it any longer. He reached over and pulled her over so that her back was resting against his chest. He placed his chin on the top of her head as she held while she told him the rest of the story. “I had to leave him because he was no good for me, but I had to leave her , too. I loved her, Blake. I truly, really did, and it ended up that her mother received custody. But I’ll never forget the way she cried when I left. I’ll never forget how much it hurt to do that to her. She wasn’t in danger from her father or