In all these years, James's caresses were few, felt more like he was going through the motions.
To him, I was less appealing than a stray.
His mom was all for him trading up.
Lily Evans's comeback was all the rage, seemed everyone had booked ahead for the show.
Catching Lily cozy with James froze me for a sec.
They barely glanced my way.
There Lily was, sitting pretty on his lap, feeding him grapes with her lips, while he just beamed and leaned in for more.
A voice chimed in, "Lily, James's not letting this slide, doesn't that mean he's had it enough before?"
James shot them a glare, "None of your business. Green-eyed much? Find someone yourself."
He pulled Lily closer, all content, "Ease up, forget the rest."
Toasts flew, "Cheers to the it-couple," they toasted, "straight out of a fairy tale."
Little did they know, I was the one legally bound to James.
Just a glance away, there I was, his wife, too timid to be seen.
Then someone stirred the pot, "Remember Grace Taylor?"
"The geek always two steps behind Brother James, specs and all?" he hinted.
"Turns out she's a celeb cartoonist now. Fan meet tickets are like gold dust. My sis is dying to go—hook us up?"