She is not the only one who has hangups about physical contact, but from the moment they'd met and immediately held each other, it was like those things didn't matter anymore. Harper had often compared them to puppies who couldn't care less about squirming over each other for food and cuddles. Not exactly the most flattering comparison for a young man, but Jude couldn't deny the accuracy.
The bump of her shoulder against his is the only thing that keeps him from melting into goo there on the sand in embarrassment. It's only worth it because she seems just as pink-cheeked and pleased. So long as it makes her feel pretty, he's willing to stumble over his thick tongue. "'Course," he mumbles, smiling slightly.
The moment is gone in the span of a breath, her eager agreement and sudden excitement whisking him away on her heels as they jog grinning and bouncing towards the building. Habitually hanging at her shoulder as she takes the reigns - and he loves her more for it every time, the way she never teases or grows exasperated with his nervousness - Jude's shoulders relax when the worker's dour expression lightens. Only for his cheeks to turn hot immediately at the presumptuous title. He is too quiet for sputtering and denials, but his fingers to restlessly tighten around Sohalia's.
"T-Thank you," he blurts out selfishly before Sohalia can correct the man, keeping his eyes on the worker instead of looking for her reaction. "We'd like plain round studs and a pair of dangles. She has drawings." He turns his gaze to her then, gesturing subtly for her to place her notebook on the counter.
The bump of her shoulder against his is the only thing that keeps him from melting into goo there on the sand in embarrassment. It's only worth it because she seems just as pink-cheeked and pleased. So long as it makes her feel pretty, he's willing to stumble over his thick tongue. "'Course," he mumbles, smiling slightly.
The moment is gone in the span of a breath, her eager agreement and sudden excitement whisking him away on her heels as they jog grinning and bouncing towards the building. Habitually hanging at her shoulder as she takes the reigns - and he loves her more for it every time, the way she never teases or grows exasperated with his nervousness - Jude's shoulders relax when the worker's dour expression lightens. Only for his cheeks to turn hot immediately at the presumptuous title. He is too quiet for sputtering and denials, but his fingers to restlessly tighten around Sohalia's.
"T-Thank you," he blurts out selfishly before Sohalia can correct the man, keeping his eyes on the worker instead of looking for her reaction. "We'd like plain round studs and a pair of dangles. She has drawings." He turns his gaze to her then, gesturing subtly for her to place her notebook on the counter.
Jude
