Chapter 36: James, Erica (OC) and Louis
Candle flavour: café au lait
Extra prompts: bloom, mythology, freestyle
It was completely illogical, James knew that. Erica was gorgeous, like a mythological goddess: soft, café au lait skin, beautiful chestnut hair and lips the colour of a blooming rose. He should be head-over-heels for her. She certainly thought he was. But, in that case, why was he always thinking like...that...about his cousin?
Maybe it was because, in his own way, Louis was just as gorgeous (maybe even more so)? His skin was just as soft, and the colour of fresh cream; his lips were just as red, and James couldn't stop himself wondering what they'd be like to kiss; and his blonde locks curled about his ears in a way that was scarily attractive. Louis was, to put it simply, utterly irrestible.
Why did these sorts of things always happen to him?
That was...off-the-wall, but hopefully enjoyable as well.
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