She had many faults, many bad habits. An exploration of Angelique’s nature made James realize she was far from perfect. She kept him on a tether leash of sorts. She wouldn’t let them out of her sight if they were out of the condo. He knew she worried about him, but it was rather stifling.
He was pretty certain she didn’t even realize that she was doing it half the time. It was almost as if there was a magnetic pull that automatically drew her to him if he so much as made a single step of departure from her.
But, God, he had to admit that he loved her anyway. He loved the way she would just stop mid-sentence at times and stare out the window. He loved the way she would dance around the living room while he was trying to read a book. He loved the way she would demand to go out even when all he wanted to do was stay at home.
She was beautiful and annoying and wonderfully imperfect in so many ways. She would bite her nails when she was nervous. She would leave the front door open without even thinking about it. And her driving! Getting in a car with her behind the wheel was like asking for a death sentence. Of course, things like that didn’t matter to them. If they were in an accident, they could simply walk away. But it was still completely unnerving.
But he loved her. When he realized this, he walked up to her, took her in his arms and kissed her lips for the very first time. Angelique was shocked at first, but she soon responded in kind.