"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...
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Chapter Fourteen:
< James >
That night, I had just finished showering and was about to exit the bathroom when I overheard Lydia talking. I couldn't tell who she was speaking to, so I pressed my ear to the door, hoping to catch a word or two. All I could hear were her whispered murmurs.
"I shouldn't be talking to you. James... would lose his mind. But I just feel so alone here. I tried to talk to Cyril, I didn't tell him about us. But I think he has a feeling. He hasn't looked at me the same since." Her voice grew louder with each word.
"I know, Graham, I miss you too. I wish you could come here. If I knew where here was." Lydia's voice dropped back to a whisper as she hung up the phone.
I was a fool... I shouldn't have given her the phone back.I walked out of the bathroom, shaking my head and reaching out with the hand not holding up my towel. "I don't even know what to say to you," I said, barely able to meet her eyes.
"James, Graham would never put our lives in danger!" Lydia argued.
"It's not him, Lydia, it's whoever our families think is tracking our phones! The second you turned it on, the GPS could be tracked to exactly where we are. Do you understand that!" I yelled. I heard Everly coming upstairs to check on the chaos.
"James, it was a five-minute conversation. I always turn it off right after we talk," Lydia tried to reassure me.
"It takes thirty seconds to track a GPS location, Lydia. Do you think we're here on vacation? Everly has a target on her back, and all you care about is your professor boyfriend! I know Cyril knows, I just know it. Whether he's come to terms with it yet, I may never know. But you have to get your life together. I'm not going to pick up the pieces again when you mess up. Everly and I can't keep cleaning up your messes." I reprimanded her as Everly wrapped her arms around me, trying to calm me down.
