Tap.
Tap.
Tap.
Something smacked against my window.
I sat up and looked around my room as if the answer to the mysterious noise resided there.
Tap.
Tap.
Tap.
Eventually I forced my tired body out of bed and went to the window. I looked down and saw Jude standing in the yard. When he saw me, he grinned and pointed to himself and then the window. He wanted to come up.
I nodded and then pointed my finger down to let him know I’d come downstairs to let him inside.
By the time I opened the front door he already waited there.
“What are you doing here?” I gasped, still surprised to see him.
“I couldn’t sleep,” he shrugged. “I didn’t have my teddy bear, and by teddy bear I mean you of course.”
I smiled at that and let him inside. He looked around, but not like he was taking in the place.
“You know you don’t need to worry about my mom,” I sighed heavily, “and my dad isn’t home.”
I closed and locked the door.
He grinned. “So, I don’t have to worry about being shot by Papa Bear?”
“No,” I laughed. “Come on,” I nodded towards the stairs. “I’m sleepy.”
He followed behind me and into my room. I closed and locked the door behind us just in case my dad did come home and decided to check on me. The chances were slim but I still wanted to be prepared.
I turned to find Jude grinning at me and then nodding at the closed door.
I rolled my eyes. “It’s not for that. I wanted to be prepared in case my dad comes home.”
His shoulders sagged. “Bummer. Things were just getting exciting in my head.”
“I’m sure they were,” I laughed, climbing in bed once more.
Jude kicked off his shoes and removed his jeans. He hooked his thumbs into the back of his shirt and took that off as well so he was left only in his boxers. My heart sped up at the sight.
He climbed into bed and wrapped his arms around me, cuddling me like, well…like a teddy bear.
I closed my eyes, wiggling around to get comfortable.
“Woman, if you keep doing that we’re going to have a problem on our hands,” he tickled my side.
I laughed as his fingers rubbed a ticklish spot. “Stop tickling me.”
“You know,” his fingers skated up my sleep shirt, “
I really love the fact that you only sleep in a shirt and panties. It’s fucking hot.”