Anne merely felt comfortable around him, even though he wasn't HER James. She loved Sam, and though she curled up on the bed next to James, her own motives were also completely innocent.
Rolling her eyes, she laughed again. "Such a whiner," she teased, lifting the remote and turning on the television. "Something I ought to tell you about your older self? You completely forget to tell me all about the second and third movies in the Star Wars saga."