“Do you want me to leave?” he asks quietly.
The question catches me off guard, and for a moment, I don’t know how to answer. The fact that he even thought of asking me that question makes my heart clench painfully.
“No,” I say finally, my voice trembling. “I don’t want you to leave.”
Jude nods weakly, his shoulders relaxing just a little. Did he really think I’d ask him to go? You’ve done it once, a small voice in the back of my mind nags.
I’m not sure what I’m about to say but before I can he cuts me off, his eyes narrowing, “Did you not want me to be here for Thanksgiving with your family? I didn’t want to ruin—”
I cut him off with a kiss.
Jude stiffens in surprise, inhaling sharply. For a second, I think he’s going to pull back. But then his hand comes up, sliding into my hair
