*Ava*
James stands in the doorway, smiling and dressed so well I have no choice but to be embarrassed by whatever I am wearing.
I look down, see I'm wearing boxers and a camisole top with fuzzy bunny slippers on my feet, and blush from my hairline to my toenails.
“Hey, gorgeous," James says, his eyes following my blush. At least I hope they're following my blush.
Actually, his gaze makes me a bit self-conscious and I fold my arms over my breasts. I still smile, though. “What brings you here?" I ask. “Sorry about the uh … I wasn't exactly … expecting company."
“No complaints here," James replies and I get uncomfortable all over again. He isn't Liam. I don't want him looking at me the same way Liam does.
With Liam, I'd be getting tingles. Now? My skin feels a bit clammy.
“Um…" I try a
