“No!” I say quickly and I chastise myself at my knee jerk reaction. “I just mean…don’t invite him over for me. I’m not interested.”

“Oh, come on, he’s super cute, Gab. If I was a couple years younger…” Monica tucks her hair behind both ears and shoots me an exaggerated wink.

“I’m just not interested. Monica, I’ve been home for five seconds. I haven’t seen you guys in months, I’m not trying to sit through an uncomfortable dinner tonight with someone I haven’t seen since I was sixteen. Can I even get in the door before you’re trying to fix me up with someone?” I try my best to laugh it off but I know I sound annoyed. I stand up, the pie completely forgotten. “I’m going to take my stuff upstairs; I’ll be right back.” I grab my things and begin dragging it upstairs when I feel James’ hands over my own, taking my luggage from me. I follow him up the long spiral staircase to the second floor where my room is located.

I toss my purse on my reading chair, a white suede chaise that is easily the softest thing that I’ve ever sat on, besides James’ mouth. I drop to the bed and look up at James and am surprised to see the look of want in his eyes that seems to ignite the need inside of me.

No, I mouth at him.

Yes, he mouths back. He runs his tongue over his teeth and takes a deep breath through his nose and out through his mouth before taking a few steps towards me. I back up on the bed, scooting my butt up towards the pillows and putting my hand out to stop him from advancing.

I shake my head, my eyes wide and unblinking as my heart pounds in my chest at the idea of anyone catching us in an intimate moment.

Not to mention my door is wide fucking open.

“James,” I whisper when he’s close enough to hear me. “Don’t. It’s too risky.”

“Don’t give a fuck.” His nostrils flare and his eyes narrow at me. His blue eyes heat my skin and when he runs his tongue over his lips, my clit flutters in response.

“But…”

He grabs my face and rubs his nose over mine and then down the side of my face. “You interested in that nerd next door, Princess?”

I roll my eyes despite the ache growing aggressively between my legs as I realize why he’s suddenly feeling reckless enough to behave this way. “Jealous, much?”

Not pleased with my response, his hand squeezes my jaw. “It’s a question, don’t make me ask you again.”

“No.”