James couldn’t remember the last time he’d been so content to just be with someone, not doing anything, just being in their presence. He wouldn’t turn down more if it happened, but that wasn’t what he was after, at least not tonight. He wanted to get to know her better, to figure out why no matter where he’d gone, no matter who had flirted with him, they’d failed to stir his interest or keep Allison from sneaking into his head when he should have been focusing on other things.
A timer buzzing reminded him to check on their dinner. Ally moved so he could stand without knocking her over. In the kitchen, he pulled the pizza from the oven and set it on the stove before realizing he didn’t see a knife or any way to cut it. He could start looking through drawers and cabinets, be decided to ask.
