Nora's POV
When James's voice comes through my phone, my entire body responds instantly. Heat spreads through me as memories of his hands on my skin flood back. The weight of him pressed against me. The taste that still lingers on my lips. My pulse quickens, sending warmth straight to my core.
I press my lips together, realizing I might need some alone time in my bedroom before I can think clearly again. "Miss me already?"
The truth is, I do miss him. Not just the way his body felt molded against mine, but everything else too. How comfortable I feel around him. How he accepts what I am without flinching. With James, I don't have to hide my magic or pretend to be something I'm not.
He doesn't run from what I am.
"Maybe a little. Do you miss me?" I ask, settling back into my couch cushions and propping my feet on the coffee table.
"Absolutely. Can I see you tonight?"
"Possibly."
"Don't play games with me."
