MIKO
Jude doesn't know that he is the person in the world I want to ask things from, and the only person I would give everything to. I would do what it takes to provide it, even if I don't have it. I would find it, steal it, whatever it takes, so that he has it.
His words pull a smile from me. "That's very touching."
"Don't twist my words," he throws a pillow at me, and I laugh out loud, catching it before it hits my face.
"You are always in my room, so I think fate has decided to let you crash in my company peacefully," I tease, and he looks at me like I am talking gibberish.
"What are you talking about?"
"Our rooming situation, of course."
"Yeah." Is he blushing? "I am jittery and anxious in new places. Helps if I am close with someone I am familiar with."
The fact that he feels familiar with me is a win in my book. I hope the grin I am sporting is not too telling right now.
