There was no need to shadow her wherever she went, though that was his instinct to do. When she stood from the couch, he stepped backward to let her pass. Not knowing what had driven her so purposefully out of her place on the couch, he turned --
-- and openly stared.
This was different from when he'd pulled her free of her dress to get to her injuries. This... He drank in her long lines and the way her waist tucked in before her hips flared back out. She was beautiful.
Bucky immediately turned and stalked to the door to the apartment. He set his back against it and leaned, unwilling to share her with anyone at this moment. Not that she was a possession to be shared or hoarded.
As it would happen, she looked just as good in the simple shirt and shorts she'd picked as she did without them. Perhaps it was because, now that he'd seen her, the clothes were only accents to what he knew was underneath. A man could go his whole life without seeing something so beautiful, and James was realizing he'd seen it twice.