James’s gaze peeked up from his book as she walked into the bedroom. A smile moved across his face at the sight of her relaxed and refreshed. Nodding gently, he found himself a stopping point and slid his bookmark into place as she got her own self situated for bed. After she made herself comfortable in bed and scooted towards him his arm snaked around her waist and pulled her close, closing even the most minuet gap between them. “Me too…” He muttered softly, his voice heavy with sleep already. Leaning down he gently kissed her forehead before driving off into sleep as he delicately played with her hair hanging on her back.
The next morning rolled around rather quickly and the dark blue haired young man found himself slowly opening his eyes to see the peaceful sleeping face of the woman he had come to care about so much. So, all of this was not a dream, how wonderful! Finding himself staring at her for far too long, he realized he did need to get up and attend his duties to some degree.
James carefully removed himself from the covers of the bed and climbed out but not before giving her a gentle kiss on her cheek. Soon the young man was moving around the apartment taking care of his normal chores and starting a load of laundry before hurrying to his apartment to change into his attire. They were returning to the mansion today which means, no more standard street clothes, no matter how much she wished him to be in them. A gentle sigh escaped him as he showered and prepared for the day. Even getting into his suit seemed less exciting for him then it used to be; maybe it was because both she and him preferred the causal nature of their relationship.
He returned to the apartment dressed in his butler attire with his white gloves in the pocket of his jacket. As he entered in through the door, he found the young mistress had awoken and he gave her a gentle smile of ‘good morning’ before she closed the distance and gave him a gentle kiss. His face turned red at her affection. This was something he still wasn’t used to because he didn’t expect it to happen. You’d think the poor guy would know already considering they just slept in the same bed together but when it’s your first relationship, everything’s rather new. Leaning down, he returned the door morning kiss before grinning at her. “Good morning.” He replied softly as he gave her head a gentle loving stroke.
A nod rose and fell his head as she asked if she could eat at the manor. “Sure, that will work out just fine since you’ve already…” He looked over her shoulder at the suitcase and gave a laugh. “Packed?” He questioned down at her raising an eyebrow. “You call that packing?” His teasing voice rang through the apartment as he leaned down and gave her a gentle kiss on the cheek. “You’re so cute, even when half your clothes are hanging out of your suitcase.” A chuckle left him as he pulled her to him once again, feeling as though this would be the last time they would have personal, private time for a while he did want to make the most of it.
His affection showed no end in sight as he played with her hair, kissed her many times over and looked for any excuse to hold her. Young James was growing attached to Freya and he found every way under the sun to show his dedication to her. However time was not on their side, so they soon had to get into the car and start their way to the manor. His hand locked in with hers, he let out a sign at her statement. “It’s only for a week.” He said reassuringly as they continued down the road.
Her questions were fair ones and ones that needed to be addressed. “I don’t want you to tell your father alone, I will be there with you. But I’ll tell Adrian, he may be stern and uptight and… rather sadistic, but I think understand. And… I think we should wait until after the party. It would be rude for you not to attend just… don’t go looking for another boyfriend okay?” He said half-jokingly as he pressed a kiss against the back of her hand.
The arrival at the manor seemed to be more of a fan-fair welcome. The whole staff lined the driveway welcoming back the young mistress and James jumped instantly back into professional mode. Parking in front of the entrance to the house, he climbed out and went to the passenger’s side and opened the door, offering her a hand to help; his ‘butler’ appearance back in full swing.
Once she was inside the house, led by a talkative Annie who was too excited to see Freya again, he parked the car and carried in her bag before venturing to Adrian’s office to discuss his progress.