But I couldn't tell her that. I couldn't tell her that her feelings mattered to me. I couldn't let her know that I wasn't as immune to her as I pretended to be.
I want her to succeed. I want her to achieve all her dreams. She's got spunk and character, and I know she'll go places if she's given the right tools for success.
Sighing, I straighten up, switching on the car engine.
Thinking of Aisha makes me smile slightly. It's amusing to see how she dissects every interaction between us. I've always been such a stickler for self-control that I never realized when I began to relax around her. Her reactions make me want to smile. I always have the urge to feed her when I see her. She needs someone to look after her. She's so busy looking after her brother that she completely neglects herself
