So, I just saw the commercial for the new BTR, and I gotta say- that long sleeved shirt James was wearing…No, this is creepy, I won't tell you. No, I will. Let's just say I wanted to rip it off and wear it….Alright that was awkward. Just read the chapter.

Brylee had to have been crying now for a good half hour, and she was just glad that James was being patient with her. He didn't have to be sitting here holding her. He hadn't said much, except he kept repeating "I'm sorry." The crying woman didn't know why that was. What could she possibly be sorry for?

Despite what others may think, James was more than content with just holding this beautiful body in his arms. Her sobs had become a few soft hiccups here and there, and he figured she was worn out and dozing off.

Brylee felt safe and at home in James' arms, and she was completely aware that of her closing eyes and her breathing slowing, but she didn't pull away, instead letting her head rest on his chest and her body relax.

James looked down and noticed that Brylee had fallen asleep comfortably in his arms, and he smiled a little before sliding an arm under her legs and picking her up with ease. He headed up the stairs, then was faced with a problem- where was her bedroom? To the left there were three doors, two on the left, one on the right, and then a little to the right of James there was a door by itself.

He figured that was her room, and went over to it, knocking the slightly ajar door open with his elbow. On the left side was a bed, fitted with a caramel-colored comforter, and a thin green blanket folded at the foot, and across from the bed was a black dresser with a mirror hanging above it. Parallel to the wall James was standing in front of were two French doors, leading to a balcony.

James thought the entire house was decorated beautifully, but it was lacking one thing- pictures. His parent's house had pictures everywhere, of him, his siblings, his parents, and all their other relatives. He even had a few pictures at his apartment back in LA.

He laid Brylee down on her bed gently, then picked up the blanket from the foot of the bed and put it over her body. The man was about to lean down and press a kiss to her forehead, but he stopped himself.

What the hell are you doing? He asked himself, backing away from the bed. Don't cross any lines, James.

He sighed, then turned to leave, closing the door quietly behind him. He didn't know if he should stay or leave, but quickly came to a resolution of what he could do.

When Brylee woke up, she felt warmth surrounding her body, but she quickly realized it wasn't another person, instead a blanket. She sat up, surprised to see that she was in her bed.

She glanced over at the clock on her bedside table, and saw that it was almost five o'clock. She didn't even know what time she fell asleep, but she figured it was somewhere around two.

The brunette got up, then pulled her hair up as she walked out of the room and down the stairs.

"James?" she called somewhat quietly, hesitantly. No answer. Brylee walked through the hallway to the kitchen, then noticed something sitting on the island countertop.

She walked over to it, then realized it was a note on a crumpled piece of paper. She picked it up, then looked down at it, immediately recognizing the handwriting as James'.

Bry-

Call me if you need anything. 239-6752. I'll probably be around for a while, so we should definitely hang out.

-James

Brylee smiled despite herself, then set the note back down on the counter. She didn't want to call too soon, but she did want to catch up.

Some may think she would be bitter that her ex-lover was in town and wanting to be with her, but she wasn't. How could she be when she was still in love with him?

She glanced back down at the piece of paper, which looked like it had been torn from the whole sheet, then she turned it over. The back had writing on it, just little scribbles of words, and she crinkled her face up trying to figure out what it said.

Brylee quickly gave up, then left the piece of paper there, running her hands over her face. She knew she shouldn't be getting involved with someone like this- someone who knew her better than she knew herself. Someone who not only loved her once, but broke her heart.

But is this what her heart was telling her to do? To not let anything happen?

No, that had to be her mind.

She sighed softly, then headed up the stairs, more than ready for a shower. A minute or two later, she shut the white door behind her, then turned on the water before pulling off her clothes. She let her hair fall over her shoulders before stepping into the tiled shower.

The brunette closed her eyes as the water washed over her body, but the picture that popped into her mind was…James.

She opened her eyes quickly, not wanting that sort of thing right now. She took a deep breath and tried to push it away from her train of thought before grabbing the shampoo and washing her hair.

James closed the door quietly behind him before stripping himself of his t-shirt and jeans, letting them fall to the floor. The water was quite loud, so he didn't think she'd hear him. He creeped into the shower, making sure not to move the curtain.

He snuck up on the beautiful body who's back was to him, then grabbed her by the waist, making her scream loudly, almost slipping as she turned to face the taller man, who just stood there with a stupid smile.

"What the fuck!" she said, slapping chest with the back of her hand.

"Ow," he pouted.

"You deserved it. You scared the shit out of me." She turned away from him, angry that he just gave her a heart attack. James moved closer again, then put his hand on her stomach, pulling her to him.

"But you have to admit you love me naked," he said in her ear, and she closed her eyes and swallowed hard.

She tried to make a coherent sentence, but all that came out was a soft moan as he kissed her neck and his hand moved down her thigh.

"What the hell?" Brylee said aloud, opening her eyes again. What just happened? That definitely was not something that happened between her and James. So she just had a sex dream? But, that couldn't be right. She wasn't asleep.

This was so messed up. She quickly finished up, wanting to get out of the bathroom, and she cringed as she thought about it.

"Wait, that really happened?" Michelle Oliver asked one of her best friends. They had met in college a few years back, and they soon became inseparable. Brylee quickly found the trust to tell the other brunette woman about her past with James, and the situation she was in with Jake.

"It was so fucked up," Brylee said, the phone pressed to her ear as she walked down the stairs in nothing but a short pink robe tied tightly around her waist.

"I'll say." There was a short silence, and on the other end there was a shuffling of papers. Brylee figured it was the younger woman going through her large pile of mail on her kitchen table since she always procrastinated and never went through it. "How are things with Jake?" she asked.

"Still shitty," Brylee said, turning to look at herself in the mirror in the foyer. She had her now dry hair pulled back into a loose side ponytail, and she pushed a piece behind her ear.

"You need to get out of it. You think he won't snap, but honey, one day he will," Michelle said, just wanting her friend to be happy, because right now she sure wasn't.

"I know."

"If you need anything, let me know, alright? If you need me to come out and stay with you for any reason, I'll drop everything okay?"

Brylee smiled at herself, loving Michelle for the things like that that she said. She was completely serious, too. She'd do anything for anyone.

"I know you will. And I promise I'll let you know if I need you."

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door, which made Brylee jump, a hand over her heart. She walked over to the white door, then unlocked it.

"Alright, good. Bye," she said.

"Bye," Brylee said, then hung up the phone and set it on the small round table that was next to the door, where her keys said.

She pulled the door opened, and she held herself back from cursing out loud. There she was, in all her glory, in her tight pink robe that only went, oh, two inches past her butt, and standing on her porch was James Diamond.

"Uh, hey," she said.

"Hi," he said sheepishly. "I know I left a note and everything, but I just- I wanted to see you."

Was this the moment she had been waiting eight years for? Or was this another one of those freak dreams?

"Um, come in," Brylee said, stepping aside so the tall man could step inside from the cold weather. She glanced down at herself, then back at James, who was three or four feet away, looking awkward.

It's all this damn robe's fault, Brylee thought.

"I'll be right back," she said, gesturing up the stairs as she took the first step. James nodded, as though she should already be up the stairs. As soon as she had the bedroom door shut behind her, she leaned against it, letting out a breath.

Downstairs in the foyer, James was doing the same. He remembered everything about her, and nothing, absolutely nothing changed about that woman's body. She still had that same skin tone, the same legs he'd always run his hands down and make her squirm.

"Shit," he mumbled after he noticed the fabric of his pants was feeling uncomfortable. How did he always create this sexual tension with himself? Did his body absolutely hate him?

He walked the few feet to a door on the left side of the hallway, trying to hold back the uncomfortable groan that was in his throat.

He praised the lords that this room was the bathroom, then he shut and locked the door behind him before sitting on the closed toilet seat. He couldn't just jerk off right here, could he? Brylee would be back any moment.

Either way, he was going to be embarrassing himself. She'd either find him with a hard on, or find him jerking off.

And then his plan would be ruined. She'd never want him back now. And he didn't even want to have this kind of thing happened. He was merely just worried about her and why she had a breakdown earlier today.

All he wanted was for her to be like the girl she was when he left. The free-spirited, confident girl he'd fallen in love with. But things had changed. Eight fucking years past, he broke her heart, and now she was with a douche.

And James had to fix it.

Okay, guys, major question. Does the rating of this story need to be bumped up? I feel paranoid about it, and things may or may not get a little…carried away in future chapters. Should I poll it up? Yes, let's do that. SO YOU BETTER GO ANSWER THE POLL. Right now! Do it! It's important!