James had a bad dream last night, I was all ears.
Absentmindedly, I grabbed a black silk dress in my size, and followed James to the corner of the room where he was disrobing. I started to take my shirt off and James looked at my chest. “Eww, boobs.”
A chuckle escaped me as I rolled my eyes, stepping into the dress and pulling the delicate straps over my shoulders. “So… your dream? Should we expect a helicopter crash landing later today or what?”
I could usually make James laugh, as he had a good sense of humor, but this time he was just stone-faced. Dark.
“You need to be careful,” James whispered, as I shimmied out of my pants.
I stopped dead. “Okay, elaborate please.” What the hell did that mean, and why me? He said I needed to be careful. I was already nervous for this ceremony, an
