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Jude busted out laughing.
I still stood rooted to the ground in disbelief at the lump on the ground. The guy growled, trying to stand.
Jude grabbed my hand and screamed, “Run!”
Like two little kids we ran across campus, laughing heartily at what had transpired. When my legs threatened to give out Jude opened a random door to one of the buildings and we tumbled inside. We were both out of breath, our cheeks flushed.
“That was fun,” he panted.
“Fun?” I questioned, unable to keep the smile from my voice. “I think he wanted to kill us.” The hallway was dark, everyone having gone home, but I tilted my head trying to see what was on his face. “Oh my God! Jude! You’re bleeding!”
His brows pulled together, like he hadn’t even noticed it. He reached up, touching above his upper lip and then staring at the red now coating his fingers. “It’s just a little bit
of blood, Tate.”
I rolled my eyes. “Don’t be macho. Come on,” I grabbed his clean hand and started towing him down the hall, “I have a First-Aid kit in my bag.”
“Of course you do,” he laughed. “What else do you have in there?”
I looked over my shoulder at him and shrugged. “You’ll never know.”
There was a bathroom at the end of the hall and I pulled him into it. He looked around and grinned. “So, this is what the girl’s bathroom looks like.”
“Oh, please,” I snorted, “I’m sure you’ve had sex in plenty of bathrooms.”
He hopped up on the counter, letting and his laugh bellowed around us. “First off, just because I like to have sex doesn’t mean I want to do it in public places. Secondly, if I did have sex in the bathroom,” he shrugged, smiling crookedly, “it’s not like I’d be paying much attention to my surroundings.” My mouth fell open and his grin widened. “Just sayin’.” He held his hands up innocently.
“You’re disgusting.” I mumbled, rifling through my bag.
“Hey, you’re the one that kicked a guy for me,” he defended. Chuckling, he scratched his chin. “That was pretty badass of you.”
“I’m not a princess.”
“No, you’re not,” he agreed.
I finally located my First-Aid kit. I set it on the counter and began rifling through it for what I needed. I pulled out a wad of cotton balls and dampened them with rubbing alcohol. I wasn’t sure if he was cut, or if the blood was from his nose, but I wanted to be on the safe side and try to avoid any sort of infection.
“This might sting,” I warned.
“I know. I’m a nurse, remember?”
“Of course,” I laughed, my hair falling forward as I reached up to wipe away the blood. Even with him sitting on the counter he was still a lot taller than me and I had to stretch up on my tiptoes to reach. I noticed his eyes flick down and he swallowed thickly. “If you’re trying to look down my shirt I will punch you.”
His eyes immediately flew up to look at the ceiling. “Sorry,” he mumbled. “I’m a guy. You put boobs right in my face and I have to look. I’m pretty sure it’s a law or something.”
I wanted to be mad, but I couldn’t help but laugh. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d laughed so much. It seemed weird that of all people it would be Jude that made me laugh again, but then again maybe it was appropriate.
Wiping away all traces of blood, I inspected his face.
“You know,” he started, “it’s kind of funny that I’m the nurse and you’re the one taking care of me.”
“I’m not the one that got punched,” I replied easily. “Everything looks fine. You might bruise though.”
“Tate,” he whispered my name and I found myself held in his brown-eyed gaze. It was like I was hypnotized—caught in his trap.
Before I could reply, or do anything, one of his hands cupped the nape of my neck and drew me close. My breath fanned out of my lips and my heart beat rapidly. It was like everything was moving super fast, but super slow at the same time. It was weird.
He closed the distance between us and sealed my lips with his.
