James had just been about to pull down his zipper when a shriek came from his left. His eyes widened as he jolted, turning to face a horrified-looking Penny Zimmerman. "Jesus Christ, Penny," he breathed with a soft laugh. "It's still in my pants. Take a breath, will you?"
But she didn't look like she was calming down, and James' brows furrowed. Seriously. She was overreacting. It wasn't like he was going to throw his naked body on top of her.
...
James didn't know what was wrong with her, but he shoved his button back into place and moved to where she had fallen. "...Penny?" She looked like she was having trouble breathing, and she didn't look good as he bent down to her level. "Penny? What happened?"