ELIZABETH. I wake up with a banging headache. "Fuck." I mumble as I press a hand to the side of my head. I glance around the familiar room and realize it’s James’ as I sit up on the bed. What the hell happened? My eyes dart to the side to see a chest naked sleeping James. His back to the bed, one hand on my thigh and the other on his stomach. I look down at my body, noticing I’m still in the party clothes from last night, and I cuss under my breath, remembering how I had more than I should have. I hope I wasn’t a trouble to James or did anything stupid. "You’re up." His deep voice resonates in the room and my head snaps at him. He smiles at me as he moves a hand to the back of his head. "Good morning." "Good morning. Did I get too drunk?" I ask him, removing my hand from my head, and he chuckles. "Definitely." "Did I do something stupid?" I lift a brow and he tilts his head, a smirk etched on his face as he stares at me without giving a response. "James?" "How much do you re

ELIZABETH. When James moves his head back, my eyes immediately drop to his lips and I take a big gulp before I throw my head to the side and mutter, "No." "What?" I hear him say and I lift my gaze to him. "I said no. Let go, James." His hands drop from the refrigerator, incredulity clear in his eyes as he takes two steps back. "You’re serious? You don’t want me to touch you or–" "I already gave you an answer the last time we had this conversation." His expression shifts from disbelief to annoyance and I can’t tell if it’s because I brought up what happened last time or he can’t believe I just refused him. Whichever it is, I don’t feel good either. I blink and push my body forward. "I’ll be in my room." James doesn’t give a response and I take that as my cue to leave, only for my wrist to be grasped, halting me. He speaks without turning me. "Why? I know you’re mad I kissed Janet, but I told you–" "You can do whatever you want with Janet, James. I don’t care." I snatch my wrist f

ELIZABETH. Mom yawns and rubs her somewhat tired eyes. "Are you guys good? I thought I heard screams." She utters, her eyes nearly closing as she looks between them, and I throw James a glare before I move toward Mom. I put on a smile as I wrap my hand around her shoulder. "Of course we are, mom. Just arguing about some funny stuff." "You sure?" She asks, opening her eyes fully again, and I nod as I lead her back in the direction of her room. "Yeah, I’m sure. Now get back to sleep; it’s quite late." "Good night James." She says over her shoulder, and I hear his small response as I take her back to her room. I stop when I’m only a few feet away, and she presses a kiss to my cheek. "Sweet dreams, beauty." She mutters, and I watch as she strides in. I make sure I hear the slam of the door before I turn to leave, my chest heaving as I adjust the strap of my handbag. When I get back to the living room, James is nowhere to be found, and I cuss under my breath before I walk up the stair

ELIZABETH. "Where are y’all headed?" Danielle asks when we arrive in the living room, and Andrea wraps her hands around her mom from behind. "To the bonfire to have some fun. I told you earlier at dinner." "Alright, don’t stay out late," Danielle warns, and Andrea grins, pressing a kiss to her cheek before she removes her hands. "We won’t." "Have fun, honey." Mom waves with a smile when Andrea joins us, and I chuckle, waving back before I turn away and we all walk out of the room. "Since when have you been going to this thing?" I hear James ask Andrea, and she says, "I go with Cara every year when we come here." "Oh. That sounds good." He replies, and the rest of their conversation drowns out as they walk ahead of us while me and Cara walk behind. I let out a sigh as my eyes move down Andrea’s body, and I can’t help comparing how sexy she looks in ripped bum shorts and the tight crop top that’s practically showing her nipples because she’s braless to the short skirt and thin strap

ELIZABETH. James quickly clasps a hand over my mouth, his panicked eyes staring at me as he stills. I moan against his palm, and he slowly lowers the restraint. "Are you okay?" I nod as a tear slides down my cheek, and James turns his head to check the door before he meets my eyes again. "Just try to lower your voice if you don’t want me to be snatched away from on top of you before you finish." He jokes, a smile dancing at the corners of his lips. "Move," I tell him, and he nods, pressing a hand to my waist as he slides out, then plunges in again. I sink my teeth harshly into my lips, almost enough to draw blood at the pain that surges through my body, and I throw my head to the back, my hand veins popping from how hard I’m gripping the sheets. "I’m sorry," James whispers above me, and when my eyes drop to him, his forehead is covered in sweat, his wet strands sticking to the skin, and I can feel his worry for me as he takes me slowly, but even with his slow, focused thrusts; it f