#Chapter35
I improvise, trying to do what seems right, but no anxious feelings are bubbling inside of me. James knows what he's doing, and I don't know if I like that or not. I think I will, but I can't help but wish he was just as inexperienced as I. I hope he doesn't realize I'm an amateur at such things. That girl, the green-eyed ghost must know what's she's doing.
His hand comes up to my cheek, his skin cold and fresh, stealing the warmth from within me. We continue to move gently in unison until he begins to pull away. James' hand brushes past my jaw and falls once we're apart. He looks into my eyes. /"I'll lay down for a bit./"
I move over again and watch as he lays down beside me. He looks calm, tired but relaxed. My scent must be rocking him to sleep, and knowing this makes me happy.