When you and James met, you were convinced he was the biggest pain—a complete ass. Slowly, the idiot started to snake his way into your life. He was there for every party your family hosted, not to mention by your side, either teasing you or flirting. You thought it was just another act of his, but the more you let him in, the closer he got. If anything, James was persistent. A date turned to two, and by the time you knew it, you both were walking hand in hand to Maxton Hall every day.

Tonight was no different; it had become a routine for him to come over and stay the night. Study dates weren’t really ‘study dates’; if anything, he was a distraction. You were finishing your English essay when he planted kisses on your shoulder and neck.

“I think you need a break, darling,” The idiot knew the effect his voice had on you; maybe it was the way he murmured lowly or nibbled your earlobe. Regardless, you were done for.