“Isha?”
Jude’s throaty rumble startled me. I shifted my gaze from the spot on the wall I’d become fixated on. “You’re awake.”
“You’re still here.”
Touché. I opened my mouth. Shut it again and opted for a shrug. “I have no clue how that happened. Last thing I remember is boshing enough noodles for a small army.”
“Food coma.” Jude nodded sagely. “What’s the time?”
“Nearly six, I think? It was half-five when your alarm went off a little while ago.”
If Jude was surprised I’d got up and turned his alarm off without him noticing, it didn’t show. He sucked in a deep breath and blinked a few times, clearly trying to wake up.
My hands twitched. I wanted to push his messy hair out of his face and kiss him.
But I didn’t.
I didn’t move, as though if I did, the spell would be broken and I’d wake up cold, alone, and in my own bed.
Jude sighed again. “You don’t have to act like waking up with me is the worst thing in the world. It’s not like I got you drunk and made you stay.”
It was so completely the opposite of what I was thinking that I laughed. “You think I needed a skinful to want to sleep in your bed?”
“I don’t know what you need.” Jude shifted onto his stomach. “All I know is you don’t look as happy as me to be having company this early in the morning.”
“You have no clue how I feel.”
Jude yawned. “That’s because I’m not fucking psychic.”
He rolled over again and started to get out of bed. I caught his arm. “Where are you going?”
“To the shop. I have to check the animals.”
“Are you coming back?” The panic in my voice made me cringe. “I mean, um. Is that you gone for the day?”
“Do you want it to be?”
Jude’s gaze was hazy with sleep, but something—everything—about it, pierced a hole in me, setting free any desire I might’ve had to bullshit him. “No. I don’t have to be anywhere till mid- morning, so I was hoping we could have breakfast together.”
After a pause, Jude nodded. “Works for me.”
I let him go, and quickly discovered that watching Jude stumble blearily through his morning routine was one of the cutest things I’d ever seen.
He opened a drawer and twisted the cap off a medication bottle. “Stop laughing at me.”
“I’m not laughing. I’m ogling.”
Jude smirked. “You like morning sex, huh?”
“I think so. It’s been a long time since I had any.”
That earned me a quizzical frown, but Jude left the room without elaborating, and when he came back, he was dressed, a toothbrush dangling from his mouth.
He was absurdly fuckable. From my position lounging in his bed, my dick went from half hard to a solid boner just from looking at him.
I shifted to hide it. “How long will you be?”
“Half an hour. Help yourself to anything you need.”