Happy One Month Since You and James Had Eye Sex!! Proud of that.
I didn’t mean for this to happen. Honestly, I didn’t. I couldn’t help it that every time James looked my way, and with the way his eyes locked with mine, that we practically undressed each other until someone came by and distracted us. It wasn’t my fault, either. Who’s idea was it to put James’ girlfriend a small role on the show and put her on the same set as him? Well, it sure as hell wasn’t me. I stood by the fake manager’s desk, fixing my curled hair that was pinned up by the make-up artist a few minutes ago. James stood by the door that led out of the “Palm Woods,” and he stood by somebody I didn’t know; I think they were some sort of equipment manager, and they were talking to him, but he clearly wasn’t listening because he looked my way again. I smirked, seeing as though this had become routine, and we just stared at each other intently. Then his eyes broke away from mine, and they slowly moved down my body, past my chest and my stomach, past my waist, and then he smirked, which ultimately ended in a laugh. Then he excused himself from the man he was talking to, and walked over to me, grabbing my hand and pulling me down the hall with him. He pushed me into his dressing room, then slammed the door behind us before slamming me up against the wall. “We should have eye sex more often,” he muttered against my lips, and I couldn’t agree more.