the quiet in this room is like a vise that just keeps tightening on us , little by little , until we 're all suffocating from it . `` i 'm really not in the mood for your so-called charm today . '' he leaned toward her , close enough for a kiss , but stopped before their lips met as if he were debating something with himself . was she even jealous at seeing me with another girl ? she sent me to tell you this . james looked through one of the windows as he spoke . 