A Fine Line

"What?" I asked, turning around to face . . . James Potter? I was so not prepared for the rush of hormones that arose inside of me when I saw his toned, tan body. "Evans! Earth to Evans!" James said, impatiently. "Sorry . . ." I apologized, snapping back to reality. He's James Potter, and you're Lily Evans. He's just an ugly toe rag, I told myself.