House watched her for a moment before swinging his legs over the other side of the bed and taking a few seconds to collect himself.

As he grabbed his clothes, the guilt rolled over him. What had he done?

Well, James didn't have to know, and that was all there was to it. He wouldn't confront James about kissing Alcuin, and wouldn't telling him about sleeping with Phedre.

And things would go on as normal.

... too bad he didn't really believe that.