🤍'°✵.｡.✰ 𝕛𝕦𝕕𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕝𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕙𝕒𝕞 𝕚𝕞𝕒𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕤 ✰°.•✵'🤍

the truth

i'm laying in jude's bed, just inhaling his scent. the sharp smell of his cologne, a little spicy, a little sweet. like a good memory. he rolls over, presses himself closer to me.

then his phone buzzes. and i see it.

a text message.

from someone named Bunny🤍.

i turn to jude, but he's still knocked out. his eyes are shut and he's completely still. might as well be dead, he's so knocked out. so i swipe open his phone. my hands are shaking. cause i love him. it's not even been that long but i know i love him. i love the way his eyes light up when he's happy, the way his eye brows shoot up when he laughs, the soft way he touches me when we're together. i love him. i can't even deny it. and if there's someone else, i'll be crushed. i dont even want to imagine it as a possibility.

but i have to know, so i start to open his phone...

"Bree," jude yawns, and i drop his phone in surprise. he stretches, his eyes still closed and i put it back on the desk where it was so he won't know i saw anything. then i just watch him. he's in nothing but his boxers, and i can see the distinct curves of his muscles. slender, not too bulky. his hair looks a little nappier than usual because he's just waking up.

and i love it. and i love him. and i hope with all my heart that i'm his only.

"morning," i say, pulling off my bonnet. jude grabs my waist as i try to get out of bed. wraps his arms around me.

"not yet," he says making puppy eyes.

"i'm gonna make us some breakfast," i laugh, and he finally lets go. if there's one thing jude can't resist, it's my waffles and cheesy spice omelette. he even leaves the ingredients in his kitchen so i can make them on days like today, where i stayed overnight.

as i crack the eggs and stir the batter,  my heart races. should i ask him who Bunny🤍 is? and why? why would he even...

"smells good in here," jude says, leaning on the counter. his apartment is extravagant. decorated with sports posters and awards. always incredibly tidy, so it isn't hard for me to find the ingredients. i smile at him as i open the cabinet for some sugar.

"chocolate or blueberry?"

"blueberry," he says, cheesing with all his teeth. "you know that's my favorite." i start to add the blueberries. he presses up behind me, putting his hand on mine, so we're stirring the batter together. "lemme help you."

i giggle. "you sure this is helping?"

jude kisses my ear and whispers, "you know you like it." before i can say something back, his phone buzzes, and he immediately stops. walks to the side. swipes open his phone and starts texting. pause. more texting. then he smiles and laughs.

he laughs!

i want to hurl the mixing bowl on the ground. i want to curl up on the spotless tile of his kitchen floor and cry.

but i dont.

i keep making the waffles like nothing happened. fry the eggs like nothing happened. jude keeps texting. i steal glances at him. he's smiling again. aggressively. like if he smiles any harder, his face will split in half. i want to say something, but for some reason i cant. i just cant. i cant accuse this man or make assumptions. this is the same guy who said i was his everything. the same guy who puts others before himself on the daily. who always pushes himself to be better. he'd never ever ever EVER do something like this to me...

right?