‘What’s that?’
‘I want an invitation to your house-warming party,’ she said.
I knew, without looking, that James was standing behind me. There was the essence of the man that enveloped my skin. It was a feeling that I never wanted to lose.
‘I’ll make sure you get one,’ said James, answering for me.
I didn’t mind James answering for me as his arm was round my waist. Quite possessively, I thought.