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To be honest, James didn't want to get out of bed. He wanted to lie here all day and watch the girl he loved. He wanted to cherish her and tell her she was beautiful and that he loved her. And that he was never going to leave her again. He was going to be with her forever.
It was around eight, and thankfully the sun wasn't out, probably since it was still snowing. The room was bathed in gray light; that overcast sky when it was raining or snow was falling.
James lay on his side, watching Brylee sleep quietly beside him. She was on her back, one arm over the blankets, and the other hidden under them. She wore James' t-shirt, and her hair was slightly disheveled. But she was still absolutely stunning. She didn't need make-up, and frankly, she didn't wear it often, which James liked.
James' phone suddenly rang, loudly, and he cursed under his breath, not even remembering turning the ringer on. He sat up, then picked up his jeans from the floor, then stuck his hands in all the pockets, not remembering where he put his phone. He finally got it out of his pocket, and by this time the screen said Missed Call. James unlocked his phone, then looked at who had called him. It was a number that looked familiar to him, but he didn't have the name with it. He figured it was one of the many girls he'd given his number to, on a napkin or a matchbook, but he never got theirs, because he never needed to call them.
He turned his phone off, not needing any other girl now, or really, anything else. He had everything he needed.
He set his phone down on the table beside the bed, then lay back down with a sigh. He glanced over and saw Brylee watching him adoringly.
He smiled at her. "Morning," he said softly, and she smiled back at him.
"Morning," she said back. "Who called you?"
James' heart picked up its pace for just a moment. Should he tell her the truth? If he wanted to truly be with her again, he should. She trusted him more than ever now. "I think it was some girl who I gave my number to."
Brylee looked away awkwardly, before sitting up, pulling the sheets with her. Had he lied to her last night? She should've known; he had all these girls waiting in the wings for him. "Oh," was all she said.
"Bry, it's not what you think," James explained, moving closer to her as he sat up. "I don't care about them anymore. It's you."
The brunette looked over at him, and she was genuinely glad that he didn't want those double zero models who never ate anything. He wanted her. The girl he'd lost his virginity to, the girl who wasn't afraid to be honest with him.
The girl who still loved him.
Brylee nodded, hating herself for her quick overreaction of something so measly. "Sorry," she whispered.
James grinned, then kissed her bare shoulder, his lips barely touching her skin. "It's alright," he said, and she shuddered as she felt his warm breath caressing her skin. He gently pushed her onto her back, then lay down with her, pulling the sheets with him.
He kissed her by the ear, then down her jaw and to her neck. "Did you enjoy yourself last night?" he asked her, hands moving down her body and lips moving across her skin.
"Of course I did," she said, her eyes closed. She didn't think it could've gotten much better than last night, but James was proving her wrong right now.
The only thing that could be better than I-haven't-seen-you-in-eight-years-sex was morning sex, right? Right. Or at least that's what she thought now.
"I'm glad," he said softly, moving his lips to kiss hers. One of his hands tangled in her hair, holding her face closer, and she grasped his bicep. James sucked on her lower lip as he kissed her deeper, not able to hold himself back.
He just wanted more, more than just what he got last night. And he didn't really know how to ask her for it anymore. Who knows if she'd answer the same way she did when they were seventeen? He didn't want to make things awkward between them.
"Mm," she said as he pulled away, her eyes still half closed from pure bliss. "Did you enjoy yourself last night?"
Now Brylee was smirking, because she knew James did like what she gave him. It was better than when it was when they were younger, and the fact that they still loved each other gave it another element of perfection.
"Of course I did," James said, mocking her earlier words. "I didn't think you could've gotten better than you were before, but damn, I was proven wrong."
The brunette laughed a little, then kissed him again. "I was expecting that," she said, pretending to be cocky about it.
"Oh, I'm sure you were," he said, smiling at the beautiful girl beneath him. Brylee rolled her eyes at him, then pushed him off gently before she sat up and picked up her panties off the floor. She pulled them on, then picked up James' shirt that sat there on the carpet and put the fabric over her head.
Then she stood up, the shirt falling to her thighs, and she walked to her bathroom, because she knew she had to brush her hair right now. It was all disheveled not just from sleep but from sex, and everyone knew that sex hair was just not flattering.
Unless your name was James Diamond.
Because that, that was fucking sexy.
"Calm yourself down, Brylee," she muttered to herself as she looked at her reflection in the mirror. She brushed her hair, to get all the knots out, and when she looked half decent, she flipped the light off, just then was when she noticed the power was back on, then headed back into the bedroom.
She caught a glimpse of James leaving the room, and she raised an eyebrow, then headed for the door. She walked down the stairs, and when she got into the kitchen, she saw James turning on her coffee pot, only wearing a pair of purple boxer briefs.
Dear God, Brylee thought.
She remembered he didn't use to wear those, he actually wore boxers back in the day, but now he was wearing those tight, shorter, boxer-things? Jesus, it was a little too much to handle this earlier. And damn, were they tight.
"Making coffee and walking around in your underwear?" Brylee said, walking over to the island. "What, do you think you live here?"
James laughed a little, then went over to the brunette and pushed her hips up against the granite countertop, hands resting on her waist. "Can I tell you two things?" he asked her, suddenly looking serious.
Brylee swallowed, and looked into his clear, hazel eyes before nodding. "Of course," she said.
"I don't think you understand how hard the first week away from you was," he started, his voice soft. "And then I realized I'd be in LA for a while, and you'd just be here, sitting around waiting for me to come back. And you deserved better than that."
"James-" Brylee whispered, but he shushed her gently.
"But then, then I cut you lose, and I started sleeping with any girl who wouldn't get attached." Now he was starting to get choked up, his throat getting tighter. "And I'm a fucking horrible person for making you go through all that shit. And, god, Brylee-"
The brunette couldn't let herself just stand there and keep letting James rant on, so she wrapped her arms around his neck and held him tightly, and his arms went around her waist. He held onto her for dear life, his face buried in her shoulder.
"And I love you so fucking much," he finally said.
"I love you so fucking much too," Brylee said.
