Hey guys! Okay, so I just have one thing to say. Victoria, who left me an anonymous review, I literally laughed out loud at that vision in my head! I think it could work, and I'll see if it would fit somewhere in a future chapter. Thank you for the suggestion!

Oh wait, one more thing- you guys are so unbelievably awesome with reviewing this story and everything else, and I would LOVE if you could go read my other story and review that. The fourth chapter is up, so PLEASE go read it!

Sorry for the long time with no update, but I had writer's block! But, I decided to make this a James POV like two hours ago. I had this entire chapter written, but as I edited it, I hated it! So, I erased it all, and I didn't know what to do. So, I was sitting on the floor of my bedroom with my laptop, and BAM! I was like "Make it a James POV!" and alas, new chapter :)

James

The sun was in my eyes, and it was bothering me. I rolled over, and there the brunette beauty was still in my bed. So I didn't imagine it. That's good.

For a while there I thought I was.

She lay on her back, her brown hair all over the place, and she was wearing my plaid shirt. God, how hot was that? I was glad I told her she could keep it. It probably looked better on her than it did on me.

To put it simply, last night was unreal. Unlike the first time, which I didn't really remember, the second time was amazing. The girl was good with her hands. She practically killed me with the way she was touching me.

It started when she was rubbing all up in my abs, but then it just went from there. But the thing I liked the most, which will probably sound weird, was how much of a tease she was with those hands.

She'd string it along, and then right before I was about to lose it, she'd stop. Man, that drove me over the fucking edge.

And the thing that made it even worse was that she knew what she was doing to me. And then she giggled. She giggled a lot last night. I'm not complaining, though. I'm not complaining about anything that happened last night.

She was fucking fantastic to say the least. I really am at a loss of words.

A shrill sound rang through the room, and Autumn jerked awake. I knew it wasn't mine because mine was dead, and I was about to ask her if she wanted me to get it when she got up and walked across the room. She dug through her purse, then pressed it to her ear.

"Hello?" she said into the phone.

Her back was to me, and I just stared at her for a moment. Her long brown hair looked curlier than usual, and it spilled down her back. That plaid shirt of mine that she was wearing only went down two or three inches past her ass, which only made her tan legs look longer.

"Already?" she said, jerking me out of my thoughts. Autumn stayed silent for a few moments, and she nodded then said "That's great!"

I smiled, glad to see her happy. I assumed it was about her book, but, I didn't know. It could be about anything.

"Okay," she said now, jotting something down on a piece of paper. "I will. Thank you."

She hung up the phone, then set it down on my dresser before placing her hands on her hips, and looking down at the paper. She nodded, seeming satisfied, then turned around.

"Hey," I said, smiling. Autumn gave me a look, then walked over to me, arms crossed over her chest.

"Hey?" she said. "That's all you have to say?"

"You're awesome?" I guessed. She giggled.

Damn that giggle! I thought.

"Hey is just kinda awkward," she said, sitting down next to me. "Normal people say something like good morning, or get the hell out."

I laughed as she leaned back on her hands, stretching those long, tan legs out in front of her.

"Get the hell out?" I asked. She nodded.

"Yup."

"Normal people do not say that," I said.

"Yes they do! Ask my sister."

"Arianna? The one who sleeps around?"

"Yes, her. And yes, that's exactly why. Sometimes she brings a guy home that she's totally fine with at night, but if they do or say something wrong in the morning, that's what she tells them," Autumn explained.

"Ah," I said.

"Speaking of Arianna, she told me yesterday she wants to meet the guys," she added.

"Wait has she gotten here yet?" I asked.

"Yeah, she came in the yesterday." I nodded.

"Okay. I'm sure you guys could come to the studio tomorrow and she could meet them," I said now.

"Alright, I'll let her know."

I sat up, then picked my boxers up off the floor and pulled them on before throwing the blankets off. I put on a pair of sweatpants, then clapped my hands together as I walked toward the door.

I turned back to Autumn, and she was giving me a look.

"I promised you breakfast didn't I?" I said, and she smiled, then stood up.

"I'll be down in a minute," she said, and I nodded, headed for the stairs. I walked to the kitchen, then started a pot of coffee before pulling out all the ingredients I would need to make omelets.

It was kind of an obvious fact that I was amazing at making omelets. No one could make them better than me. Not even the guys tried to undermine that fact.

A moment later, Autumn appeared, still wearing my shirt. And just my shirt. She sat down at the island, and smiled at me when I looked over at her.

"I hope you like omelets," I said to her.

"Love omelets!" she said.

Damn, this girl was seriously my perfect match. She was gorgeous and sweet, and smart, and I never knew what was going to happen when she was around.

But as I looked over at her again, she looked different. She looked confused and nervous. Was that call not what she expected? Or was it something else?