"Are you asking me to be your girlfriend James Beaufort?" I questioned him, while lying on top of him half naked.
As James Beaufort and Everly Calloway navigate the delicate transition from friendship to romance, they face obstacles that test the st...
---------------------------------------------------------- "One night he wakes Strange look on his face Pauses, then says You're my best friend And you knew what it was He is in love"
You Are In Love - Taylor Swift ----------------------------------------------------------
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Chapter Three:
- Everly -
The next morning I woke up naked next to James in his bed. I nearly rolled off the bed realizing last night hadn't been a dream. I turned to look at him. Because I just couldn't get enough of those blue eyes. His arms wrapped around me or his smile. My whole life I felt James and I spoke our own language. Words and feelings only we could understand.
I was at a loss of words for the night I'd spent under James Beaufort. I closed my eyes imagining myself there again, running my nails down his back. Staring up at those piercing blue eyes, smiling back at me. I couldn't help but laugh to myself as I imagined him pulling his shirt off in the lacrosse locker room. Allistar wouldn't even be able to stop his laughter. And Cyril would ask who the lucky girl was. I wonder if James would say it was me. I wondered if we were going to keep this thing between us or if James really believed we were capable of going public with our relationship. Everything would change. And change always had a way of creating fear in both of us.
Don't get me wrong, I knew I had made the right decision. James was the right person....no he was the perfect person to share my first time with. I'd heard horror stories about people's first times going embarrassingly wrong. Mine couldn't have been more romantic, the first...all the way into the fifth time we did it. I felt like I was just starting to get good. I'll admit James was a great teacher, the boy knew just where to put his hands. It made my heart skip a beat in the best way. As I laid my head on his chest, cuddling into the nape of his neck a montage of the last few years played in my head. All these years and I never knew James felt the same. How could this be real? I felt different...in the best way. I tried to push the fear out of my mind for just as second as James opened his eyes.
"Morning Evie." James said kissing my head. "Fun night?" he laughed as he wrapped his arm around me.
"Maybe a little too much, I can't find my pajama shirt anywhere." I laughed wrapping his quilt around my naked body. "I will say I can't believe we didn't do that sooner. It was..." I bit my lip thinking about his hands on my waist. Searching the room I pulled James' collared shirt off the chair and put it on.
"Was worth the wait then?" He asked admiring the shape of my body in nothing but his dress shirt.
"Yes, that would be the proper way to describe it. But since we're behind closed doors, 'fucking amazing' works too," I said, climbing back into bed on top of him. He looked at me as though I was the best thing he'd ever seen, like a priceless work of art.
