You'd think that since we live together and basically work together for four hours every day, avoiding Jude would be hard. Well, I seem to have earned a doctorate in that category. I'm doing such a good job at it, I've gone two days without having to face him. By 'face him' I don't mean running into him. I've ran into him enough times. What with him waiting to ambush me outside the bathroom, at the elevator, and at the sports complex. Each time, I've managed to get away without much trouble. And that's without having to face him and addressing the reason as to why I'm avoiding him. I'm hoping that by now, he has given up. I want us to go back to a life where Sunday night never happened. A life where it isn't obvious I'm avoiding him. A life where I can sit calmly at the table and eat my breakfast in peace without calculating how to get out of the apartment before he leaves the bathroom. It's Wednesday, and I've just gotten back from the school. It's about six o'clock. I haven't see

The moment I see her appear and walk down the runway, I go speechless. Until now, I’ve been enjoying the night. Jude and I have front-row seats with an unobstructed view of the runway. The atmosphere here is exciting, and none of that anxiety I had when we first arrived at the venue is bothering me anymore. Well, that’s until she appears. But I wouldn’t call it anxiety. A whole lot of confusion, that’s what it is. Because Bethany Hill is the last person I expected to see tonight. I cast a glance at Jude to find his eyes glued to her. Then, as if he can sense me staring at him, he turns to me. Sighing visibly, he says, “She’s signed to my agency too.” I give him a disbelieving look. She is? “And you didn’t think to mention that?” I whisper, looking back at her. She has reached the end of the runway, where she does some poses before walking back up. I don’t miss it when her eyes land on Jude, a secret smile on her face. Oh my God. Jude has been around Bethany Hill all this tim

Jude's POVBy the time I get back to our apartment, I'm already regretting leaving her up there with him.Dammit!I kick the door behind me and proceed to the living room, getting rid of my coat and throwing it onto the couch.Should I go back up and get her?I shouldn't leave her alone with some strange dude, no matter how pissed off I am.I wasn't even pissed off until a minute ago when I walked onto the rooftop and saw her with him, undressed. Before that, I was worried, wondering what the hell Beth told her that had her running out of the event without telling me.I understand that she's upset after finding out about me and Beth, but I didn't think she would be this angry. I never made it a secret that I tried to move on after Cole lied about the letters.Someone would think I cheated on her or something.Cursing, I head into the bathroom and reach for the first aid kit. Reaching for a cold pack, I squeeze it before pressing it to my face, which is smarting from the blows I just r

I toss for the hundredth time, unable to fall asleep. I don't think that's going to be happening any time soon. My mind can't stop thinking about what happened on the bus. And my body doesn't want to let it go either. It's been at least four hours since that moment on the bus. We got to the hotel we'll be staying at, settled in our rooms, and had dinner. And through all that, all I wanted was to grab Jude, pull him somewhere private, and have him finish what he started. God knows when we'll get that chance. The thought that I might have to wait until we get back isn't a welcome one. Maybe when I wake up tomorrow, this horniness will be gone. All I need to do is fall asleep... I groan, pressing my face into my pillow so I don't wake Melissa, the massage therapist who's going to be my roommate for the next two weeks. What's this boy doing to me? My inner turmoil is interrupted by the sound of my phone buzzing. I reach for it quickly and check the text. Jude: I have some good new

Two Weeks Later“Jude, we have to wake up at some point,” I mumble, lifting my face to look at him.His eyes flicker shut as he shakes his head. “Just a few more minutes,” he says. “Don’t worry, we won’t be late.”“It’s already eight and we haven’t even showered.”He nods, humming. “An hour is a lot of time.”“We also have to eat breakfast…”His blue eyes open and meet my gaze. My heart flutters in my chest as I look back at him. He looks especially adorable like this, early in the morning, with his hair tousled, a few strands brushing against his forehead. Soon, they’ll be long enough to reach his eyes.He groans. “Can we skip? I just want to lie here with that you, all day.”“Eager to get into coach’s bad book so soon?” I poke his arm. “You can’t miss today’s team meeting, it’ll be important.”We got back from camp on Saturday and it’s now Monday, the start of the last two weeks of training before we take a two-week break. The past two weeks have been magical. I managed to sneak into