Page 33 of The Dating Pact

I wouldn’t be able to taste him on my lips anymore.

Smell him on my skin.

Only after I changed into my pajamas and snuggled under the covers did I check my phone, finding a text from Jude.

Jude

Are you okay?

I’m good.

Are you okay?

Jude

Yeah. I’m fine.

I huffed a laugh and reached my hand out to Dorothy, but instead of cuddling against me, she waddled to the other end of the bed.

She must’ve known what happened with Jude.

Some kind of cat intuition.

And she hated me for it. Jealous shrew.

I plopped my head back on my pillow and held my cell phone up to type.

Is it going to be weird between us now?

The answer was yes. Yes, it was going to be weird between us.

Jude

I don’t know.

I gave in to a pitiful whimper, slapping my hand to my forehead.

Jude

I don’t want it to be weird.

Me neither.

I had no other bright ideas, so…

What if we forget it happened and never mention it again?

It took a minute for him to respond. A minute that made my neck prickle with sweat.

Jude

Does that ever work?

First time for everything.

Jude

I’ll see you tomorrow?

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