The Perfect Fix (Perfect Kisses #5) - Miley Maine Page 0,21

wondering if she only slept with me because of the money, but I can’t lose myself in that fear too much because it wasn’t awkward between us. There was definite fire and chemistry circling between us. I know for sure that she felt it too. That wasn’t just obligatory sex.

I can only assume that she freaked out afterward and her walls went flying back up again. But now I have seen the person underneath those walls, and I adore her even more than I thought I was going to. I want to see even more of her. The real her.

“Come on.” I see the bus pull up but there is no sign of any activity next door yet. “Please, Travis. Come on, Aisha. Let the boy have a chance. Give him a shot…”

My hope begins to fade. I feel like shit as I half expect the returned check coming back to me, to show me once and for all that my offer is refused. My heart sinks, my stomach grows heavy, I don’t know how else I can make this work out…

“Oh my God.” I see him. It’s Travis. He’s running from the house and heading to the school bus, waving goodbye to his mother. The light is lit back into my life. This is perfect. This is everything. Thank God. Aisha has started to see sense. “Thank God.”

I actually laugh with relief as I watch this unfold in front of my eyes. Relief floods me, even more, when I see Aisha exiting the house and saying goodbye. I’m sure this must be really hard for her. I’m sure her pride must be really hurting, but thankfully she is doing what’s best for her boy. I don’t know why I doubted her at all really. Of course, she was going to put Travis first. Now, I’m seriously hoping that this will take some of the financial pressure off of her.

Of course, I would love to help her out in other ways as well because I don’t like the idea of either her or Travis struggling, but I certainly don’t want money to be the thing to come between us. I don’t want there to be an imbalance in our relationship… if it begins.

Still, now without the pressure of school fees, she might feel better, with time to work her life might be easier, I can still be grateful that I have assisted her in many ways.

As soon as the school bus drives off, I can’t remain inside any longer. I respected Aisha’s wishes last night and left when she wanted me to, but now I think I am well within my own rights to find out where her head is so I can see where we stand.

I practically run out of the door because I know that Aisha won’t stick around for long. She always heads in quickly, so I need to take the chance to talk to her. I’m almost breathless as the cold morning air hits me. It’s utterly ridiculous. I must look like a mad person.

“Aisha,” I call out just before she slips in through the front door. “Aisha, wait.” Admittedly, she doesn’t look too pleased to see me, I feel like I might be interrupting her morning already, but thankfully she doesn’t slam the door in my face. “Can I come in for a moment?”

“Erm…” Her eyes don’t meet mine. She doesn’t look like she wants to even see me again. It’s frustrating, but I don’t let it get the better of me. I understand that she is finding this hard. “Sure, I can make us both a mug of coffee. One sugar, right?”

God, I will drink a coffee with a million sugars in it if she will give me the chance to talk to her. “Thanks, sounds good. One sugar is perfect.”

We head inside her home and straight to her kitchen. Out the corner of my eyes, I spot shock cross her face. I can’t help but wonder if she is thinking that coming back to the scene of last night was the best idea… and I can understand why because I’m already feeling the same heat from last night flooding us. The thick tension is back and hotter than ever.

But I resist the intense urge to act on that and I take a seat at the table, trying my best to keep my expression stoic so she doesn’t see how much I want to take her in my arms. I need to play it