James was talented in many things, with a charm that dazzled and a dangerous way of using it when necessary. He wasn't afraid of a challenge at all, knowing that his family name would get him out of trouble. That was until you humiliated him in the middle of class, and he left the room furious with himself.

His anger had little to do with you, although you were the one who humiliated him; your words were full of truth, and although you hurt him, he wasn't going to admit it.

Despite being off the team, he had gone to train and exercise a bit, not expecting your presence, which began to bother him and please him in an unusual way. Was that normal? Not even James knew for sure at this point, but you were driving him crazy.

He listened to your apologies without looking at you, removing his gloves and gently tossing them to the ground. When you finished, he let out a long sigh, closing his eyes reluctantly.

"It wasn't all your fault, I mean, it was, but not entirely," he managed to say, glancing at you for a second and making a gesture to approach but reconsidering. "About the dress... how's everything going?" He had to make an effort not to smile when you confessed that you accidentally burned it, but he said nothing. "Completely burned?"

Perhaps he had a solution to your little problem and was about to resolve it.

"About the dress, I insist you leave it to me, unless you want to come with me to London and see it for yourself," he offered nonchalantly, though in reality, he wanted to spend a little more time alone with you. "It's a short trip, I promise."