I'm lying on Jude's arm, both of us tangled up under the sheets. In the dark room, there’s only the faint glow from the TV still flickering against the walls. My skin is alive with goosebumps from what just happened. That was hot and so good. I love how his hands feel on my body, and how he feels inside me. When he's up this close, I feel like I can do anything.
Jude's fingers trace lazy circles on my bare shoulder, and I know I can stay here forever.
His breath is steady but loud in my ears and I find comfort in the sound. The slick way in which our skin is in contact feels perfect. There's no better place than this right here. I don't want to break whatever this is—this quiet, easy space we've carved out for ourselves tonight. But the words are pressing against my chest, making it har
