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58. Do You Love Me?
'Don't get mad.'
I stare at the text on my phone, and I can guess what else Jude is currently typing.
Here it comes...
'I'm outside your window. '
Of course.
I drop my phone and crawl out of bed. I pad to my window and pull the curtains apart. Jude smiles at me from the other side, as if he's aware that the little expression is enough to thaw me any time. I try to look as pissed off as possible as I unlatch the window and push it open.
Jude climbs in. He shuts it behind him then turns to me, smile still in place. "I couldn't--"
"Stay away," I complete the sentence for him. I've heard it almost a hundred times in the past month, half that time with him crawling through my window.
He grins, then pecks my lips. "I missed you."
I sigh and turn away, going back to my bed. I don't get there though since two strong arms come around me from behind.
"Please don't be mad at me," he pleads.
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