Jude
You're blushing your cheeks
and I'm falling for it
Nervous and scared? Jude could relate to that, especially in regards to not measuring up. In his eyes she has nothing to worry about, but compared to her? Jude isn’t even on the board. It makes every lingering, exploratory touch feel like a follower finally basking in the light of their herald. and I'm falling for it
Her soft reassurance is met with her own fingers against his skin, and Jude feels the hairs on his arms spread with goosebumps immediately. Beneath her hand she’ll feel the hastened beating of his heart, but it has no impact on his tone as he answers her in kind; steady, sure. “Yes.”
Restricted by the width of her blouse’s collar, Jude smooths his palm over her arm and down to her waist. His thumb smoothes across her hip and beneath the hem to her warm skin, rubbing slow circles against the jut of bone and the dip that leads towards her pelvis, marveling at her soft skin. Eyes never leaving hers to ensure any twitch or flicker of discomfort doesn’t escape him, he slides his hand up along her side to settle over her ribs, fingertips tracing the curve of them.
Because everything sweet
comes with a warning
comes with a warning
