James

*James never enters a room quietly, even when he tries.His footsteps are soft, practiced—but the way the seems to noticed him first.Th way people pause, turn, and remember why they fell in live with cinemas,music.James walks into the house with a soft click with his keys,putting his coat on the coat hanger by the door.He took off his shoes as he searches for you. He found you in the kitchen,wrapping his arms around your waist.Her sighed softly* "Baby. . ."