safe in my arms

Jude

You're blushing your cheeks
and I'm falling for it

Jude is none the wiser, though when his mind is clearer he will wonder once more why she had pulled away, why her letters had dwindled and her visits become sparse. Right now none of that matters, because when he had called for her she had come. In the grand scheme of things, all else could be forgiven in his eyes.

Her silence is confusing at first until she pulls him from the stools to guide him to his bedroom. These walls have seen countless hours of talking, snoring, and laughter from the two of them, but somehow it feels sacred and intimidating now as they make their way inside. Jude's insides are tied in knots, his emotions hard to parse, but something anxious and warm sits heavy in his stomach.

Closing the door behind them to give the restless feeling an outlet, Jude pulls his shirt off after only a moment of hesitation. It's far too hot to sleep with it on, and though their friendship has never involved a freedom of skin given both of their shyness, it feels right. Plus it's not like he feels he has much to offer with only lean muscle to decorate a rather slim figure. Dropping the shirt carelessly, he crawls into the bed first and lays on his side with his back to the wall, arms tucked against his chest in front of him to allow some distance between them when she chooses to join him. Big, solemn brown eyes watching her the entire time. Needing to know where she is at every moment.

Because everything sweet
comes with a warning