Page 61 of Billionaires Don't Date Cheerleaders

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“I’ll get you sick,” I murmured as we pulled away.

“It’ll be the best cold of my life.”

I giggled and shoved his shoulder. “You’re ridiculous.”

“I’m just a poor boy asking you to love me.”

I narrowed my eyes. “I think we both know you are not even remotely poor, Jude.”

“Okay, maybe not my best line,” Jude admitted. “But in my defense, you don’t seem like the kind of girl who would be convinced to kiss me by me reminding you that I’m technically a billionaire.”

My eyes widened. “What?”

Jude chuckled. “Did you not know that?”

“Well, I knew you were… but not that you were…” I rubbed at my face, suddenly feeling very drained of all my energy. “A billionaire? Really?”

“Mh-hm.”

“Man. That’s… a lot.” The response was stupid, and I knew it, but I couldn’t find the energy to say anything else. My eyes were starting to flutter shut. Jude chuckled and pulled my blanket up to cover my shoulders.

“Go to sleep, Sloane,” he whispered.

“No, I’m not tired,” I murmured. I tried to open my eyes again, but they were so heavy.

“Yes you are. Don’t worry, I’ll be here when you get up, okay?”

“M’kay.” I finally let myself fall into a deep sleep… and the entire time, I dreamt of my kiss with Jude and the possibility of it happening again.

thirteen

Jude

How are you feeling?

Sloane

Much better!!

Please tell me I didn’t get you sick

Jude

…

Only a smidge

BUT on the bright side my voice sounds nice and raspy which is super attractive

Sloane

I’ll take your word for it ;)

Call Me Jude@judeturner

I am sick. Please give me all your best remedies

Why Are You Following Me@meganwhite0202

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