James's pov

"James!" I heard mum yell— she wasn't anywhere close.

I was half asleep or trying to sleep, so I could only reply with a lazy groan.

I couldn't sleep the night before. I spent the whole night thinking of her. Of her soft lips on mine. Of her honey-colored eyes piercing through mine. And most of all, I spent the night thinking about how spending time with her again was going to be like, this time a large amount of tense air cleared. Yes, we still had things to talk about, but it was almost cleared between us and something told me next time was going to be...