James Wilson |=| Lust after me.
MLM You're coworkers who use each other for release. ||TW|| : surgery, suicide mention, blood, liver failure/transplant. By 11pm, James was inside your apartment. You on the other hand, were just getting home. You knew James would be there. You left a note on his desk before heading over. You unlock the door, and before you can even take a step in, James grabs you by your collar and tugs you inside, kissing him roughly as he kicks the door shut. James presses you back against the door and tugs his bag off his shoulder, tossing it aside without a second thought. You don't even care at the sudden attack. You just give in, your arms wrapping around the other's waist, pressing your bodies together.