“I’m sure it’s fine. I can meet your parents the next time our schedules align, which should be soon. I talked to a few people about getting you on my crew.”
“Really? And they said they’d switch me?”
“They didn’t want to make any promises, but I’m hopeful.”
I didn’t comment and returned my attention to my food. Of course, Sylas noticed my slight shift in energy and questioned me about it.
“You don’t seem excited about the possibility of working with me.”
“I’m excited, but I don’t want to get my hopes up.”
He nodded, and we finished our meal in silence. I helped him clean the kitchen, and afterward, he gave me the tour he promised. His condo was very upscale, with a beautiful view through floor-to-ceiling windows in the living room.
I was surprised there was only one bedroom, but it was larger than both bedrooms in my apartment combined. He even had a separate seating area with a couch and a second television in his bedroom. His closet was massive and extremely organized. The décor was very manly and suited his personality, with black, white, and shades of gray in each room.
“I love it,” I said as I sat on the couch in his bedroom.
He kneeled in front of me, nudging my legs open and resting between them on his elbows.
“Thank you. It’ll do until I’m ready to buy a house.”
“When do you think that’ll be?”
“When you agree to marry me.”
I smacked my lips and gently shoved his shoulder.
“Be serious.”
“I don’t think I’ve ever been more serious, but we don’t have to talk about that right now. Let’s talk about why your mood changed, and don’t tell me it didn’t because you didn’t hide it very well.”
“I don’t?—”
“Khiya, we’ve talked about just about everything, so don’t get shy on me now. If you don’t feel comfortable meeting my family, that’s cool. If you don’t want to be on my flight crew, that’s cool, too. Tell me what’s on your mind, baby.”
I didn’t speak right away, taking a minute to get my thoughts together.
“I’d love to meet your family.”
“That only leaves one other thing, unless you got beef with me about something else.”
“I don’t have beef with you about anything. I’m a little worried about things changing between us.”
He looked confused.
“Changing how?”
“Since we aren’t able to spend a lot of time together, it gives us time to miss each other. Will the excitement disappear when it changes?”
Before addressing my statement, he took my hands in his, kissing the backs of each one softly.
“I can only speak for myself, and you have nothing to worry about on my end. I fully expect my feelings for you to become stronger with each moment we spend together. I want more opportunities to see you smile, to make you blush, to bury my nose in your neck and inhale your sweet scent, and do all the things I can’t do to you on the phone. I’m not talking abouteating your pussy or filling you with my seeds. That’s a bonus if that’s something you want to happen while we’re together. Baby, I just want more time with you. Is that okay?”
He got the smile and flushed cheeks he loved so much because his sweet words had me swooning.
“Yes, baby. Thank you for being such a sweetheart.”
“Only for you, beautiful. I have something for you.”
