Why was she surprised how easy that was. It wasn’t necessary Jude the little bird was weary over; it was the stranger. A person she didn’t even knew exist.
Honestly; she’s got problems. Because she’s still feeling a little sick. Glancing away for a moment, rubbing her temples.
Shifting from her stationary spot, her arms wrap around Jude from behind. “I’m sorry I’m awful.” Except she’s not sorry at all. If she had it her way she’d have him all to herself.
“You’re fine. Honestly. Would’ve felt the same way.” His fingers graze against her’s, palms pressing on the back of her hands with a hesitance that begs for acceptance. Asking for permission.
He tilts his head curiously, an attempt to eye Low without straining himself, and watches her through his eyelashes. “Where’s your family?”
