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“Mhm.” She let out a little yawn. “You should tell her if you feel that way.”
“You don’t think it’s too soon?”
“No.”
“Okay.”
We lay in silence for a little longer. I traced my hand up and down Jayme’s back and eventually she drifted off to sleep.
I wrapped my arms around her and let myself fall asleep too.
Chapter 19
Jayme
I shifted slightlyand pulled the dress I was wearing down for what felt like the hundredth time even though I’d only been on my feet for about half an hour. I did my best to make sure I looked calm and at ease, like I belonged in the room. I tried to focus on whatever the stupid painting in front of me was depicting.
I hadn’t been a huge fan of art or really paid much attention to it until Dyani but I could admit some of the pieces I’d seen recently were beautiful.
I looked over at Dyani. She was in her element and looked fucking beautiful in the dress she’d picked out. She was holding a champagne flute and smiling while she spoke to a small group of people, networking and making it look good.
I looked back at the painting in front of me and slowly gravitated to the one beside it.
I’d been a little shocked when she asked me to come to an art gallery with her but I was honored too. I liked peeking into her world and felt like it made sense considering she’d also come to my job and met all of my work associates.
It had also been three entire days since shit had hit the fan with Darryl and I just wanted to support her in any way I could.
Arris was at work in his apartment but on standby to get Blake from kindergarten.
A woman with a tray full of champagne flutes slid past me and I spun around to grab one. I tilted my head back and took a long sip then walked to the next painting. I read the full note beside it then went to the next and the next and the next. I’d made it halfway through the exhibit before I felt two little hands on my waist.
I looked back in shock then smiled when I saw it was Dyani. She grinned at me and I leaned back just a little so our bodies pressed together. Dyani kissed my cheek and came up beside me. She left her hand on the small of my back.
“How are you holding up?” she asked.
“I’m good. How are you holding up?”
“Good.” Dyani’s smile stretched over her face. “I think I’ve gotten some really good contacts tonight.”
“Yeah?” I smiled. “Congratulations. You deserve it.”
“Thank you.” She exhaled. “I was worried, but I’m happy we came out tonight.”
“Me too.” I nodded. “I was a little bit worried too, but this is nice.”
Dyani cut her eyes at me. “Youwere nervous?”
“Yeah. Is that hard to believe?” I lifted an eyebrow.
“Yes,” she deadpanned, then broke into a smile. “You always look like the most confident woman in the room.”
“I’m good at faking it,” I admitted. “Trust me, I was extremely nervous.”
“Over what?”
“Making you look bad,” I admitted.
Dyani pursed her lips. “That should never be a fear of yours, Jayme.” She ran her thumb over the back of my hand. “You look too damn good to ever make anyone look bad.”
