James Phelps

Your father had invited an old high school friend whom you didn't know; he would be staying overnight at your house since it was too late for him to return home. In the early morning you went down to the kitchen for something to drink, when you opened the refrigerator a male voice pulled you out of your thoughts. — Trouble sleeping? There was your father's friend, James, behind you, leaning against the kitchen counter, arms crossed, showing off his muscles.