"I will ruin you baby," he whispers digging his nails into my hips sending a chill cascading down my spine.
"Then ruin me Jude, ruin me till there's nothing left of me." I spoke softly, "make me feel something, make me feel anything, make me feel al...
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I was conflicted, beyond conflicted.
I couldn't believe the words coming out of Jude's mouth right now, too much information all at once and it was drowning me completely. Girlfriend, best friend, Venice, tour.
And as I sat here beside him the autumn wind tussling his dark hair, his eyes sincere and glancing down at me with hope, I didn't know what to say. If he'd asked me this a month or two again I would've laughed at the idea of leaving ballet and school behind for a guy, but it wasn't just about some stupid guy, it was my stupid guy. My Jude. My dream of a music career that had been in hibernation far too long.
