Jude ran over, my eyes fixed on his face. He didn't look as cold as he was months back.
Was he really Jude? I couldn't shake off the feeling he wasn't the Jude I longed for.
"Did you miss me?" He asked? As we walked into the apartment.
His hand was clinging to a blade. He never changed Gently he rubbed onto the blade
Why would Jude ask me that?
Looking at his face that close, a smile creamed my face.
"This guy always finds a way to scare me." I thought. But I didn't want to give him the chance to.
His eyes widened
"You dare smile?"
Quickly, I bent my head down. Hoping he would go his way, but no. He wasn't done teasing me. I stood there waiting to see what he would do.
He grabbed my hand, and then gently traced it on the blade. I swallowed hard, horrified, "what was this crazy guy going to do?" my face scowled.
"Did you miss me?" He asked again.
Was that even a question? I missed him of course but how could I ever admit it to him?
His gaze burned deep on my face. His stare intensified, I saw him gulped down his saliva.
But why was that?
"Did you really not miss me?." There was a hint of disappointment in his voice.
I smirked. "Why should I have missed you?" I questioned.
"Aren't you afraid?" He said.
"Why should I be?" I thought but I could never let him know I wasn't that terrified. He was like a crazy dog, but a crazy dog I longed for.
I smiled again, and his face widened. "You really don't know fear." He dropped my hand, his eyes glued to my lips.
Slowly, I licked my lips. I was daring him to kiss me. He turned his face away. "Don't do that." He warned, but that made me grin even wider.
"Was he captivated by my lips?" I thought.
I wanted to step on his legs, but I stopped immediately. What if he slit my throat?. I didn't care anymore.
I watched him tenderly hold my face in his palm. "If you smile again, I won't be nice," he said. His hand tracing my lips.
He looked like he would actually do something, "I wanted him to try but what if he did?"
I shook his hand away and tried getting my act together but I couldn't. I thought he'd kiss me forgetting he was holding a blade.
I stared at his hard built chest, I lowered my head immediately.
"Gosh that was crazy." I whispered underneath my breath but he heard.
"What did you say?" He asked coldly
As if this wasn't intimidating enough. I muttered "You are perfect." Subconsciously, realizing what I had said, I sprinted towards my room, but he held me.
"You said I am perfect?"
"No." I retorted
Looking at his grinning face."You were bold just now...what happened?" He said.
I drew back. "I shouldn't harbor improper thoughts, he is a dangerous guy." I thought. I never thought I would see this side of him. He was usually calm and domineering.
"A devil in human clothing." I whispered.
He caught my hand.
As if he knew what was on my mind. Gently he pulled me into his arms.
"Should we try something?" He smirked.
That creeped me off.
My breath quickened.
He lifted my chin with the tip of his finger, whispering into my ears. "I want to see how bold you are."
He carried me into his arms.
"What are you doing?" I asked, panicking.
He was so usual, his wording, his actions none seemed like him.
"Are you really Jude?." I asked, staring at him.
He scoffed. "You will know soon."
This guy is so insane. "Drop me." I shouted.
He dropped me just like that. I crashed to the hard floor. "What is wrong with an asshole?"
He stared at my twisted face, "Didn't you ask me to drop you?."
And he did? I shook my head in disbelief. This guy is nuts. I ran to my room, but he followed suit.
As soon as I closed the door, it couldn't close fully well. I tried again then I realized that someone was holding it. Was this guy haunting me? What does it want again? I thought.
Slowly he dragged open the door.
The moment he stepped inside, he seemed like a different person. His grinning, he was like a psycho. My heartbeat quickened.
He walked towards me. His every step was gentle but it spoke a lot.
I ran into the bed covering myself with the quilt. He creeps me.
I closed my eyes hoping he wouldn't do anything.
So skilled in intimidating, so skilled in seduction. I believe he must be good at ..." I held my thoughts. What was I thinking? My face burned.
He lifted the quilt, "Why is your face red?" I ignored him and turned my face to the other side of the bed.
He leaned closer whispering, "Do you want me?"
The look in his eyes was like he was going to explore soon.
"Yes...I mean No." Gosh. I didn't understand what came over, he moved closer, my heartbeat stopped.
