#Chapter 13 - On The Down Low

“Yes,” I told James shakily. I felt James’ heavy gaze drop to my lips before lifting back up to lock onto my eyes. He stood there for another long pause until he turned on his heels and headed toward the dining room. Had that been a look of disappointment in his eyes? I wasn’t sure. After breakfast, my day returned to how it normally would have, under regular circumstances—well to some degree, at least. Instead of actually meeting James at the office, he and I shared a ride over to the company which was kept in mostly awkward silence. Whether I was aware of it or not, my gaze repeatedly found its way over to James. Unlike when I first saw him this morning, he was now dressed up in another impeccable suit that was very likely tailored to only fit him. It was, indeed, a stark contrast compared to that thin towel he had wrapped around his waist. My mind began to passively wander back to the hypnotic way his hips were shaped and dipped toward his lower abdomen. ‘And those