*Ava*

James stands in the doorway, smiling and dressed so well I have no choice but to be embarrassed by whatever I am wearing.

I look down, see I’m wearing boxers and a camisole top with fuzzy bunny slippers on my feet, and blush from my hairline to my toenails.

“Hey, gorgeous,” James says, his eyes following my blush. At least I hope they’re following my blush.

Actually, his gaze makes me a bit self-conscious and I fold my arms over my ...