"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 Seventeen:
- Everly -
"James..." My voice was wistful as I turned off the shower, glancing around for him. I didn't see him and wondered where he could have gone. "James..." I called again, hoping he and Cyril weren't having it out for a third time today. Peeking my head out from behind the glass door, I saw him running water for a bath, standing over the tub in nothing but a towel, lightly draped across his torso. I shook my head with delight, wrapping a towel around myself and walking over to meet his gaze.
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"You know... we've nearly made it a year." He looked at me, his eyes soft. "So much has happened, and you and I haven't had a chance to celebrate where we were... and where we are now. So I thought this would be a start." He sighed, wrapping his arms around my waist, pulling me in for a kiss as my towel slipped to the floor. We both got into the tub, and as I lay on top of him, for those five minutes, I was at peace. It felt as if I could live in this moment forever, though I knew time would never allow it.
"I was just thinking..." I said, staring up at my boyfriend, bubbles clinging to his perfect hair.
"Uh oh!" James teased, and I splashed him with bubbles, laughing.
"No... I swear it's not bad. I was just thinking about the past. About being sixteen with you, Jamesie... it feels like a distant memory now. And I must confess, I lied about the first moment I knew I loved you," I said, sparking his attention as he pulled me closer into his chest.
