*chapter contains mature content*
Larsa’s POV
“Are you making tea, James? I can hear the kettle! Could you please make me one too?” I was completely dead after a 12-hour shift and just wanted to become one with the couch after showering. Minutes later, the smell of my favorite cherry blossom tea filled my nose and I smiled as I opened my eyes. “There you go, Princess,” James said in an amused voice as he put down my mug on the coffee table. He sat down on the couch next to me and pulled me into his lap, cradling me like a baby. For a short moment, I was lost in his eyes and a strange feeling was creeping up my spine. This scene felt like some kind of deja-vu but something didn’t fit quite right. Before I could figure out what it was, James leaned in and gently kissed me on
