Disclaimer in chapter one.
Author's Note: Continued on from chapter 21, Perfect Stranger, and also the next part of the Spinning series.
25. Touch
Once upon a time, he was 'that guy'.
Quidditch Prodigy.
Hogwarts' Golden Boy.
Marauder Extraordinaire.
All titles were rightfully and justifiably capitalised, because that was the truth - he wasn't just being bigheaded, he actually was all of these things.
Then he met someone who had no intention of letting him be anyone, not one of his many titles, not the 'guy that everybody liked'. Somebody that only ever saw him as Just James.
She tore his world - his comfortable, secure world - apart the moment he set eyes on her. She's someone that is simply... something else, and he realises that he's more than happy, more than willing, to go along with her.
Even now... he stares at her as she unconsciously curls up to him in her sleep, her red curls tickling his bare chest. She isn't even awake, and yet merely the memory of her eyes, searing into his from the previous night, is enough to send his mind into overload.
One look sends sparks.
One touch is eternity.