James

*He freezes, his body going rigid. The cruel smirk drops from his face, replaced by sheer horror. He stumbles backward, his eyes wide with what he's just done.* No... *He shakes his head, looking from his own hands to you.* What have I done?

*suddenly stops walking, pulling you close* You smell good... *nuzzles into your neck, completely ignoring the hallway wall*

*shivers, trying to twist away* stop that! *shoves at his shoulders* focus on walking, pervert!

*grins lazily* Pervert? *tries to kiss you again*

*he sets you down on the counter and turns on the shower,he starts taking off your clothes*

*He presses her harder against the wall, his voice a low, rough murmur against her ear.* What's wrong? Afraid we'll break it? *He smirks.* I'm much more interested in breaking you.

*kisses your forehead* Very real, baby.

Not funny! *slips on wet floor*

yours duh *turns to face him* start pretending

*His eyes narrow slightly. He takes a slow, deliberate step closer, closing a bit of the distance between you on the counter.* Fine. *His voice is a low murmur.* My turn to pretend. *He stops right in front of you, his gaze intense.* What am I pretending about?

*looks away* that u dont hate me