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"Are you going to be okay?" I can feel her head nod against my legs. I brush the tiny hairs out of her face, and she passes out in my lap. She comes with baggage, that's for sure, a whole damn airport full of luggage. I would never follow a girl anywhere, let alone to her hometown, to go toe-to-toe with an ex-fiancé. Somehow these past couple of weeks, that is what I find myself doing, following her.

The sun peeks through the window, and I adjust my leg that is currently tingling from her weight on it. The floor is hard, and leaning against this porcelain bathtub is probably the most uncomfortable thing I've ever slept against. She has been in the same position for most of the night, so I scoop her up and carry her to the bed, knowing this is one hangover she will have to sleep off. I pad into the kitchen and start a cup of coffee. The smell makes my stomach turn a little. I don't feel great after drinking last night, but I'm nowhere close to the shape Blake is in. The sound of the shower makes Blake turn over in the bed, so I close the door, careful not to wake her. It's Friday, and I have to go into my office and sort some things out. Jay and Hanna must've already left. I'm honestly surprised he came at all last night, especially with the game tomorrow to worry about.

Stepping out of the shower, I see Blakely standing in front of me in the bathroom, looking a bit of a train wreck. Her mascara is smeared down her face, her eyes rake my body, and I can feel the warmth of her against my wet skin. I just take her all in, sure she is a mess, her hair in a knotted mess on top of her head, black smeared eyes, pale face, and in that instant I realize she's a different type of beautiful I've never experienced. Her imperfections are the parts of her I like the most. I've only known her for a short time, but I can see a life with her. Her free spirit sets my soul on fire. She pushes me, she's quirky and fun, and I need her.

"You should get some rest," I whisper to her, pulling her into a hug.

"I am so embarrassed." She chuckles, hiding her face with her palm.

"I don't do this, just so you know."

I smile at her wrapping my towel around my waist. The water still dripping from my hair and down my back.

"That's hard to believe. You were the life of the party last night." I laugh.

She pulls her shirt over her head and reveals her lacy purple bra.

Holy fuck.

"What are you doing?" I question her intentions.

"Well, I was brushing my teeth, and now I'm taking a shower." She nods to the shower right behind me.

Holy shit. Holy shit. Is she seriously going to strip naked right in front of me, only to leave me to get in the shower?

She slides her shorts down and slips by me. My feet aren't moving, I need to get ready for work, but now I can't even walk—self-control Judson.

Fuck it. I drop my towel and turn back to slip into the shower. My eyes glide down her back to her ankles. I wrap her up into my arms from behind. She jumps, startled a little bit.

"You scared me." She turns to me, pressing her perfect chest into mine. I am currently thanking my lucky stars that I decided to have this bathroom renovated, and the shower was made big enough for two people. I can't even convince my voice to form words. I tilt her chin up with my finger, and she glances up at me with her beautiful emerald eyes. I devour her mouth with mine. I find my hands exploring her body, touching everything, caressing every inch of skin I can.

"I could come apart just looking at you," I whisper to her. She takes my length in her hand and makes long and even strokes. In what feels like seconds, she is pumping every last breath and orgasm from my body. I feel like a damn high school kid getting off from a hand job. I'm a fucking 28-year-old man, damn it! What the fuck is wrong with me?

"See what you do to me." I glance down at her. She giggles a little, and it sets me over the edge. I slip my fingers in her, needing to feel her tightness. I feel her squeezing me. She's so tight and perfect. Her soft moans fill the air as I softly rub her bundle of nerves in circles. I could live to see my name rolling off her lips, knowing I'm the one doing this to her, me. She breathlessly lets out a scream and comes hard all over my hand.

"See what you do to me?" She throws my words back at me.

CHAPTER 24

BLAKELY

November 10

I am almost positive I'm lost.

I know I look lost, but no one downtown seems to notice, as most people are wandering aimlessly anyway. It is so beautiful here, and I feel grateful as I stumble through this historic city, camera in tow. I take picture after picture admiring the atmosphere of this place, and for the first time in a long time, I'm in a place that feels like home. I take a seat on a bench downtown and pull my phone out. I type the message out three different ways before I finally hit send.

Blake- Judson, It's Blake. This town is amazing. YOU are amazing. Thanks for bringing me with you.

Judson- I knew you would love it. You're more than welcome. I'll be done here in a couple hours, I'll call you when I leave, and I'll hunt you down and pick you up.

Blake- Sounds good!

I still feel like shit from last night, and I'm sure the way I look matches. However, the hangover couldn't stop me from exploring the city. After roaming and snapping tons of pictures, I find myself outside the Savannah College of Art and Design Museum. My curiosity gets the best of me, I walk inside, and I am awestruck. It's incredible—beauty in all forms. I could spend forever here. This is my passion, finding beauty in places where it may not be so obviously displayed. As I am walking around, I realize I am daydreaming, which isn't uncommon. Remember, Blakely gets lost in her own thoughts most of the time. My phone pings and I pull it out, careful not to cut my fingers with shards of glass. I honestly could care less about getting it fixed.

Judson- Drop a pin. I'm leaving the office.

I send Judson my location and continue to look around. The time is flying by, and I realize I have been admiring the same picture for well over thirty minutes. I turn to make my way around the corner, and I see him talking to someone. He looks so adorable in his slacks and dress shirt, I love him no matter what he's wearing, but he looks so professional.


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