It's another weekend-another weekend that I spend at Judah's when I wake up-the sleep heavy behind my eyes, an arm weighing down my side as I attempt to open an eye, groaning when it's greeted by the ray of light peeking through the blinds. I snuggle into the warmth and attempt to go back to sleep, blissfully unaware of the familiar hand resting at the curve of my waist and under the borrowed shirt.

It isn't until they grunt in discomfort, shifting uncomfortably before shoving their face into my chest, do I register that there's another person in bed with me. A soft gasp rips from my lips as I snap my eyes open, greeted by the sight of a mop of tousled, dark hair.

I blink once, twice, thrice, and exhale harshly. Judah's face is buried into my chest, one arm wrapped around my waist, whilst the other absentmindedly runs down the back of my thigh, and up again before roughly cupping my ass. At his touch, I jerk against him, breathing harshly and glance down. I feel his rough calluses brush against my skin, his touch leaving behind a trail of heat as he repeats his movements.

Skin against skin, our legs entangled in a mess, his touch is warm and welcoming. His body on mine feels like being hugged by a cloud, but it also weighs heavy upon my small self. My palms are pressed against his hard pecs, fingernails raking his smooth skin, and running along his defined collarbones as I observe his sleeping face.

A small smile plays at his lips, defining the faint dimple in his right cheek-he still hasn't given me that kiss-his long lashes brushing against the top of his cheeks, and as handsome as he looks the pressure from his head is beginning to hurt my boobs. Though I can't find it within me to disturb his sleep. He looks so peaceful. I've spent pretty much my last four weekends at Judah's place, and everyday he's allowed me to take up his bedroom space, whilst he either takes the couch or Val's bedroom-when Val wasn't around-but now I'm starting to assume he's been missing his bed.

Judah groans in disapproval when I attempt to lift his arm and tugs me closer. I bite down on my lip, swallowing the moan that begs to slip through, when his knuckles brush across my inner thigh teasingly, dangerously close to the edge of my lace underwear, and I'm starting to think he's faking sleep, using the excuse to feel me up.

Judah,I whisper in his ear, gently brushing back his hair. I need to get up. Let me go.

Shut up,he grumbles, abruptly lifting his head to squint up at me through his heavy eyelids. It's not even nine in the morning, Yana.

Yana.

I smile at the nickname and duck my face into his unruly hair, inhaling his spicy cedar-wood scent, bringing him a little closer. "I know, but I need to get up, Judah," I breathe out, fingertips raking his head. Judah relaxes a little more, muscles rolling as he does so and lifts his arm, relieving the pressure against my waist.

You're free to go,he grumbles, face still squashed against my chest.

A soft giggle bubbles through my lips, cupping his face, my hands freakishly small against his cheeks as I lift his head and slide my body away. I ignore the constant buzzing of my phone and make my way to the bathroom, waving at Judah with a cheeky grin, cheeks warming when I catch his stare.

His arms wrap around a spare pillow, resting the side of his head on it, biceps bulging when he does so as he watches me disappear into the hallway. I slip into the bathroom, relieve my bladder and wash my hands before reaching for my toothbrush.

A small smile graces my lips as I pick up the thin object; after my second day sleeping over, Judah insisted I have my own toothbrush-he even bought me my favourite face wash and exfoliator from The Body Shop. I glance from the green bottles sitting next to his cleanser and moisturiser and pick up the toothpaste.

I stand, hands curling around the edge of the bathroom counter, staring at my reflection as I brush away at my teeth and tongue. Judah's shirt is three sizes too big, slipping off one shoulder and my black hair is sticking out in all directions. I run my fingers through my hair before throwing it into a low bun, a few strand falling loose.

I barely notice the 6'5 man standing at the door, leaning against the doorframe with his arms folded over his tattooed chest. Has he been watching me the whole time?

My eyes widen as I glance at him through the mirror and I have to refrain from choking when I spot the Tom Ford boxers he's sporting, the black material clinging to his muscular thighs, and sue me for glancing down, but holy shit, was he packing. I spit out the toothpaste and gargle my mouth with water as he approaches me.

And when he stands behind me, reaching for the cabinet above my head, my heart almost jumps out my chest. Judah doesn't give a second glance, instead, resting his hand at the curve of my waist before pressing himself against my back. I can feel every inch of him up close, and boy, oh boy, he's big.

If Valentino walked in right now, we'd both be dead meet.

His arm reaches out and over my head; I refrain the urge to fall slack against him, his body as warm as a summer night. But what surprises me most is when he deliberately turns his hips into my ass and I'm left seeing stars.

Judah,I gasp out. What are you doing?

I wiggle around-it only makes matters worse as a low groan rumbles from the back of his throat-but his grip tightens. His toothbrush is hanging at the corner of his mouth, ignoring my question before dropping his raised arm. His hooded eyes drop to mine, and with every passing second, I can sense his burning urge to ask me a question.

Instead, he begins to brush his teeth, motioning for me to stay put before he's out the bathroom again. I use the time to cleanse and exfoliate my face, drying my skin with the face towel before applying my moisturiser.

It's been around four minutes since he's left, and just as I'm about to leave, Judah returns. But this time he's holding my phone in his palm; the device is ridiculously small in his hand as he holds it out to me. I'm baffled at his actions, furrowing my brows.

I wait for Judah to clean up, standing idly to the side like a fool. When Judah spreads his arms and presses his palms against the bathroom counter, dropping his head, he sighs heavily.

Why didn't you tell me that dumb fucking leech was messaging you?He says calmly, but I don't miss the way his jaw muscle twitches in anger.

I frown, What are you talking about? She hasn't messaged me since last month.

Judah stares at me pointedly before gesturing to my phone. I lift up my phone, the Lock Screen becoming visible, and furrow my brows when I see Muddy's messages. I suck in a sharp breath as my eyes dart across the screen, feeling my anger begin to boil.

I-I didn't know she said those things,I say, swallowing thickly. I can feel my skin growing warmer as the minutes pass, my head becoming lighter. My fingers grip the counter as I slouch next to Judah.

I've had my fair share of dumb comments, but hearing it from someone you've never met, someone you've never interacted with, really really sucked. I tense up when Judah gently grips my chin, tilting my head up to meet his gaze.

You're going to tell her to leave you the fuck alone after you've sent her this, and then you're going to block her,he tells me, whatever this was.

After I've sent her what?I breathe out, peering up at him.

He says nothing, grabbing the phone from my hand and opening the camera app. His fingers wrap around my throat, but when I catch sight of the emotion brewing in his eyes, I can already tell what's going to happen next.

And then he brings my lips to his into a hot, wet kiss.

this chapter sounded better in my head oops