Hannah
I found him in the training room. Alone. And destroying the punching bag. James is wearing a wide vest, revealing his strong, muscled body. I follow the outlines of the muscles that are revealed as he moves. His hair is messy, and scattered in all directions.
I lean against the doorframe, watching him. He smiles eventually and stops. I know he smiled because he tried to keep a straight face while I was looking at him and eventually.
“Hey,” he says, stopping the punching bag from swinging around.
“Hey. “ I push away from the door frame and go to him.
“I feel like we haven’t been alone like this in ages. “ I say quietly and go to him, James wraps his arms around me.
“Because we haven’t. “
He kissed my forehead and stepped away.
“I am all sweaty. “
“It doesn’t matter, “
