Becca.
The tension was high when we met Neal to look at the apartment. I had suddenly regretted the idea of letting something like that happen because the entire time James looked like he was going to kill Neal. Which wasn't good.
Every moment Neal made regarding me, I felt as if James was pulling me back. Every word Neal would say, I heard the scoff of disapproval leave James' throat.
He wasn't pleased with Neal being there, and I wasn't quite sure why.
Never once had I honestly seen James act truly jealous, but right now, I found it all more than amusing. “Well, that was fun."
As soon as Neal left, and James and I were left alone, I tried to find a way to approach the conversation. James paced around the living room of my new apartment, glancing out the large bay windows as he watch
