CHAPTER 7: BLACK CALLING CARD 1

It was early dawn when James felt the soft stir of movement at his side. A smile crept across his lips as he glanced down at the woman still nestled against him. She had given him her virginity, something so precious, but withheld her name, an irony that amused him more than it should have. There she lay, her bare skin warm and soft against his, the remnants of their night together lingering like a secret between them.

The early light filtering through the curtains cast a soft glow on her peaceful face. She slept soundly, her breath slow and even, her chest rising and falling gently. James couldn’t help but reach out, his fingers brushing away the few strands of hair that had fallen over her face. Her features, even in sleep, were delicate, her lips slightly parted as though still whispering the words she hadn’t spoken aloud. A stranger, yet here she was, fitting perfectly against him as she belonged there.

For a few minutes, he remained still, simply watching her. The rhythmic beatin