James eased back, his hands lingering for a moment. “I didn’t expect that,” he admitted, his voice low.
“Neither did I,” she replied, a soft smile playing on her lips. “But here we are. So… would you come to my recital? I’ve got a solo.”
“Nothing could keep me away,” he said without hesitation.
Ella laughed lightly, then hesitated. “James…” Her voice trailed off as she leaned in, kissing him again. This time, he pulled her closer, his hands firm on her waist, the kiss deepening until she broke away, breathless.
He stepped back, his mind racing, and walked out, shutting the door behind him. He paced his bedroom, trying to make sense of what had just happened. “What the hell is going on?” he muttered, running a hand through his hair. He stripped down and flopped onto the bed, staring at
