<div class="floatright">(https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-1G10lPtszSo/U-iaeTXOudI/AAAAAAAAAjU/VIDCAig_Muk/w259-h194-no/index.jpg)</div><strong>Character</strong>: James Greene<br/><strong>Location/Time</strong>: Apartment Complex, morning<br/><strong>Attire</strong>: Running shoes, jeans, dress shirt.<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>: Gracie Evans<br/><br/>He smiled at her reaction again, moving a tad bit closer to her, just one step, amused in some way, but also feeling a little guilty at his direct proposition. Just a little bit. But he was getting at the point that cold showers and hand action did very little to sate himself, and in his mind, he had done some pretty interesting things to the girl already.<br/><br/>James heard what she said then and looked at her with a momentary gentle expression. "I'm almost sure that there you're wrong, Gracie." he said, his voice soft as he reached out to her with his hands to her waist, then moved them back with what seemed to be a bit of self-restrained, before smiling at her again, taking a deep breath and looking at her.<br/><br/>"So east ?" he asked her, changing the subject, moving his mind away from the thoughts that went through it, and to the other thought, of perhaps other people, "Where exactly east ?"