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unbreakable through any strife or storm.
“Yes.” I bobbed my head. “We love each other.”
“Then go back to what you were thinking about, before you entered my house with that sweet little apple.”
“Stop saying that.”
“I can’t help it.” He licked his lips. “I bet it’s so juicy.”
“Okay. Enough with the apple comments.”
“I’m going to slice your ripe fruit open and drink—”
“You’re killing me.”
“Shit. You’re killing me . Ever since I got that bag, I’ve been having steamy thoughts in my head. I can barely even remember that blow job earlier from Vicky.”
I cringed. “Please don’t remind me of that. It’s freaking strange how open with sex and women you and your dad are.”
A blond waitress arrived with two glasses of water. “Will you need anything else, Mr. Everett?”
“No. We’re fine.” He handed me my glass. After she left, Jude raised his in the air. “Should we toast to the great feasting of your apple?”
“No. I refuse to toast to that.” I raised my glass and clinked it against his. “To two friends sharing a special night together. That’s hopefully vomit and hysteria free.”
“So you’re saying yes?” He kept the glass in the air without taking a sip.
I looked away to hide my blush. “Yes.”
“Yes?”
I nodded.
“Okay, but we can’t do it tonight. I want this to be really romantic for you, all Romeo and Juliet.”
“You’re not going to start screaming sonnets outside my bedroom window, are you?”
He winked. “I just might.”
Chapter 6
The Beat and Rhythm
J UDE D RAGGED M E O UT to the dance floor downstairs, which was odd on so many levels. He hated dancing around crowds. People gawked and pointed at him. Men held their cell phones up and recorded his movements. Women “coincidentally” bumped into him and rubbed their bodies against him any chance they could. But he knew I loved to dance, and so he donned a fuzzy Bart Simpson hat and purple heart-shaped sunglasses, snatched up my hand, and towed me to a floor soaked in colored light.
I was the beat and he was the rhythm. We swayed together, our bodies colliding into each other in perfect unison. My blood pumped with adrenaline. Sweat coated both my face and his. I didn’t even care as I jumped up, screaming out the lyrics to “After the Storm,” one of Depraved Mind’s top songs and the best one Dad had written.
“ Though the lightning and thunder blazes the skies, I will come to you and devour all your lies!” Kaden screamed on stage. “My love, there won’t be any place to run or hide. After the storm, I will come, and you’ll never leave my side.”
Jude lived by one main life motto: when all else fails, jump up and down and scream. So, I did until my feet swelled into numbness, and my voice transformed into a scratchy tone that hurt my throat whenever I talked.
“Twisted love. Dark and twisted like a hurricane. Baby, you keep my emotions twisting and turning in my brain!”
Jude’s attention remained on me as he bopped and swung those delicious hips. Before tonight, I would have just averted my eyes and changed my view, not desiring to ogle my best friend’s hot body. Tonight, all rules of propriety had smashed to the floor in bits and pieces. Hunger roamed in swirls of heat around me, traveling over my hips, brushing across my skin in sweet, feathery strokes and pumping need into the center of my thighs.
Jude tilted my way. “Stop that.”
“What?”
He drew me in to him and moved his body against mine as he whispered in my ear, “You keep looking at me like you’re going to eat me.”
My mouth dropped open.
“I’m serious about making your first night special, but if you keep staring at me like that, I’ll lift you up, tear those jeans apart, and fuck you right here in the middle of this crowd.”
A tingling sensation scattered between my thighs. “So, this is the Jude, the guy that all the women swoon over?”
“Yes. This is him.
“Yes.” I bobbed my head. “We love each other.”
“Then go back to what you were thinking about, before you entered my house with that sweet little apple.”
“Stop saying that.”
“I can’t help it.” He licked his lips. “I bet it’s so juicy.”
“Okay. Enough with the apple comments.”
“I’m going to slice your ripe fruit open and drink—”
“You’re killing me.”
“Shit. You’re killing me . Ever since I got that bag, I’ve been having steamy thoughts in my head. I can barely even remember that blow job earlier from Vicky.”
I cringed. “Please don’t remind me of that. It’s freaking strange how open with sex and women you and your dad are.”
A blond waitress arrived with two glasses of water. “Will you need anything else, Mr. Everett?”
“No. We’re fine.” He handed me my glass. After she left, Jude raised his in the air. “Should we toast to the great feasting of your apple?”
“No. I refuse to toast to that.” I raised my glass and clinked it against his. “To two friends sharing a special night together. That’s hopefully vomit and hysteria free.”
“So you’re saying yes?” He kept the glass in the air without taking a sip.
I looked away to hide my blush. “Yes.”
“Yes?”
I nodded.
“Okay, but we can’t do it tonight. I want this to be really romantic for you, all Romeo and Juliet.”
“You’re not going to start screaming sonnets outside my bedroom window, are you?”
He winked. “I just might.”
Chapter 6
The Beat and Rhythm
J UDE D RAGGED M E O UT to the dance floor downstairs, which was odd on so many levels. He hated dancing around crowds. People gawked and pointed at him. Men held their cell phones up and recorded his movements. Women “coincidentally” bumped into him and rubbed their bodies against him any chance they could. But he knew I loved to dance, and so he donned a fuzzy Bart Simpson hat and purple heart-shaped sunglasses, snatched up my hand, and towed me to a floor soaked in colored light.
I was the beat and he was the rhythm. We swayed together, our bodies colliding into each other in perfect unison. My blood pumped with adrenaline. Sweat coated both my face and his. I didn’t even care as I jumped up, screaming out the lyrics to “After the Storm,” one of Depraved Mind’s top songs and the best one Dad had written.
“ Though the lightning and thunder blazes the skies, I will come to you and devour all your lies!” Kaden screamed on stage. “My love, there won’t be any place to run or hide. After the storm, I will come, and you’ll never leave my side.”
Jude lived by one main life motto: when all else fails, jump up and down and scream. So, I did until my feet swelled into numbness, and my voice transformed into a scratchy tone that hurt my throat whenever I talked.
“Twisted love. Dark and twisted like a hurricane. Baby, you keep my emotions twisting and turning in my brain!”
Jude’s attention remained on me as he bopped and swung those delicious hips. Before tonight, I would have just averted my eyes and changed my view, not desiring to ogle my best friend’s hot body. Tonight, all rules of propriety had smashed to the floor in bits and pieces. Hunger roamed in swirls of heat around me, traveling over my hips, brushing across my skin in sweet, feathery strokes and pumping need into the center of my thighs.
Jude tilted my way. “Stop that.”
“What?”
He drew me in to him and moved his body against mine as he whispered in my ear, “You keep looking at me like you’re going to eat me.”
My mouth dropped open.
“I’m serious about making your first night special, but if you keep staring at me like that, I’ll lift you up, tear those jeans apart, and fuck you right here in the middle of this crowd.”
A tingling sensation scattered between my thighs. “So, this is the Jude, the guy that all the women swoon over?”
“Yes. This is him.
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