ᴅᴀᴛᴇ ғᴏʀ ғᴀᴋᴇ → ᴊᴀᴍᴇs ᴘᴏᴛᴛᴇʀ

↳ 40: BIRTHDAY DINNER

" SAY MY NAME AND EVERYTHING
JUST STOPS — I DON'T WANT YOU
LIKE A BEST FRIEND.

I ONLY BOUGHT THIS DRESS
SO YOU COULD TAKE IT OFF. "

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FREYA OVER LOOKED HERSELF FOR what seemed like the thousandth time. The dress was beautiful, without a doubt. It hugged her figure perfectly — making her look sexy yet elegant at the same time. It wasn't too low on the chest or too short on the thighs — which makes sense since her father bought it and he wouldn't buy something that would make her look unrespectable.

          Her hair was down and on its natural wavy state but her conditioner made it seem shiny. Simple, black, heels finished up her look — plus a bit of lip gloss and eye-shadow. Yet, though she looked acceptable, Freya couldn't stop staring at the mirror and finding faults at what she was wearing.

          It wasn't the she was self conscious. She just feels like she had to look good. And she didn't knew to whom did she wanted to look good for. Maybe for her dad, or Sirius. But what made her twitch was the thought maybe it was for James. She didn't know.

          And she didn't know whether their thoughts were connected or something. Because at that very moment that she had just thought about him, her bedroom door swung open.

          Place all your bets but it was James.

          Freya regretted not locking the door.

          Freya hitched a breath, spinning around at the culprit who just entered her room. Her face was already red and yet he didn't even catch her in a bad moment. It was stupid that she was embarrassed at the idea that he might have read her thoughts.

          "Oh," James' eyes were wide as he realized Freya was in the room. "I thought this was the bathroom."

          Freya opened her mouth to speak but no sound came out. She cleared her throat twice before managing to answer, "Across this room."

          "Yeah, sorry," said James. "I confuse left from right."

          "You always do," Freya couldn't hold her tongue from speaking, taking her back to the train ride when they were coming home for Christmas break. (See: Chapter 12) "I mean —" she cleared her throat again, "It — it's okay."

          James' heart clenched ever so slightly on how much she knew him. He opened his mouth to speak again and no words came out. It wasn't that he lost voice like Freya did. But it was because his focus was now on what Freya was wearing. He didn't want to — and he tried as discretely as possible — but his eyes raked her body from top to bottom.

          Freya's cheeks reddened when she realized James was not so subtly checking her out. The familiar want in his eyes flashed and Freya hadn't seen it in a while — at least not directed to her. She cleared her throat, her lips quivered, "When did you arrive?"

          "Just moments ago," James' voice was hallowed, his eyes still focused on her body. Honestly, it made Freya feel dirty. But in the good way. Freya wasn't sure if James felt what she just did but he started walking towards her.

          Freya's breath hitched. She was holding her breath and she was going to lose it as James came closer and closer. His footsteps echoed in her ears and her heart thumped in beat with them. James never lost eye contact even as he reached her.