Chapter 3

Just as I was wracking my brain for how to respond, James's mother's eyes suddenly lit up, and she hurriedly walked past me: "James—"

As soon as she spoke, an intense and piercing gaze fell silently on my back, like a sharp knife scraping against my flesh.

I stiffly turned around to find James looking at me.

He signed, indicating he was fine, then lifted his eyelids to look at me.

He asked: "Why did you leave first?"

His expression reminded me of last night when I was on top of him, and he kept signing to ask if the intensity was okay.

As the chaotic memories flooded my mind, I hurriedly turned away and fled upstairs.

Back in my room, I locked myself in the bathroom and dunked my head underwater, trying to shake off those indecent memories swirling in my brain.

"Lily Evans, what kind of R-rated thoughts are you having?!" I scolded myself.

I forced myself to stay calm, silently reassuring myself.

So what if I slept with James? It's not a big deal.

James probably doesn't care either. He might even be disgusted by it.

We can just pretend nothing happened.

Just like how he's always kept his distance from me before.