Nora's POV
I stand before my bedroom mirror, examining the dress James delivered earlier. The fabric hugs every curve perfectly, as if it were tailored specifically for my body. After slipping it off, I arrange it carefully across my bed, selecting matching accessories and shoes. Three and a half hours remain until sunset, and my thoughts drift inevitably to James.
Exhaustion weighs on my shoulders, though I doubt sleep will come easily tonight. James thrives in darkness, his vampire nature keeping him active when most of the world rests. Not that we'll be occupied with anything physical. My mind doesn't constantly wander to those places.
Who am I kidding?
