Nora's POV
My breath comes out in short gasps as I lean against the kitchen counter. "Oh my god, Antonia's here."
James lets out a low chuckle, his hands still resting on my thighs. "You forgot she was staying over?"
"Completely!" I cup his face between my palms, forcing him to meet my incredulous stare. "She definitely heard us just now."
"Wouldn't be the first time," he says with that casual tone that drives me crazy sometimes. Part of me doesn't care either, but another part screams that having wild, loud sex while someone's in the house crosses a line. He presses a quick kiss to my lips before stepping back and helping me down from the counter. "Are you hungry? I could make you something."
