He Would Be Slapped Into Tomorrow

And I am out of breath but so excited I can't stop myself. Until with a laugh, James pulls me into his arms and I love this his way.

"Slow down," he smiles and kisses me sweetly. I wrap my arms around his neck and everything has been so perfect that I have a dreamy look on my face when we come up for air.

"You really prefer this to the rest?" he asks me, brushing a tendril of hair behind my ear.

I nod. "Yes, I think it suits you very well. It has a certain arrogance about it. Like you."

His brows furrow at me. "You make that sound like a bad thing."

"Before I met you I'd say it was," I answer truthfully.

"And now?"

I shrug my shoulders. "I don't know rightly how to explain it. It's just who you are. But," I hesitate to add to it but give caution to the wind and say it anyway. "It's not unattractive."

His face relaxes in a smile. "I'm glad I brought you here. I like this one too."

"Just out of curiosity, what's the cost?"