“You picked my lock! Are you insane?” I yelled, pushing him again. “Do you have any concept of the word privacy?”
“Indian princess, please,” he said, rolling his eyes. “You and I are like peas and carrots. I can’t have my Jenny sleeping such a gorgeous day away.”
“Whatever, you fruit,” I muttered under my breath.
“You look like you’ve been crying,” James observed, leaning in closer. “Is everything okay?”
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