For 24-year-old tennis player Naya Morgan, all that glittered certainly wasn't gold. In her relentless pursuit of victory, she had strayed far from the joy of simply playing the game she loved.
Naya's life takes an unexpected turn when she crosses p...
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Getting out of bed, Naya hummed in acknowledgment of the tenderness between her thighs. The night before had been intense, both emotionally and physically, for herself and Jude.
She felt terrible; her argument the night before was completely avoidable, but Naya allowed her insecurities to get the best of her.
She knew that she had let her fears and doubts overshadow the love and trust she had for Jude. As she made her way to the bathroom, she replayed the events of the previous night in her mind, feeling a pang of guilt with each memory.
Naya sighed, realizing that she needed to have an honest conversation with Jude and apologize for her part in the conflict. She also knew that she needed to work on addressing her insecurities and trust issues, so they wouldn't continue to impact them.
After using the bathroom and brushing her teeth, Naya made her way back into the room on tired legs to find Jude sitting up in bed, his eyes focused on his phone in his hand.
Although they had sex when they returned to the villa the night before, Naya still felt the tension between them as she slowly approached the bed.
"Jude, can we talk?" Naya asked softly, her voice tinged with remorse. Jude looked up from his phone, his expression unreadable. He nodded silently, setting his phone aside to give her his full attention.
Taking a deep breath, Naya sat back down on the bed. She reached out to hold Jude's hand, seeking comfort and connection. "I'm sorry for last night, Jude. I let my fears and insecurities cloud my judgment, and I took it out on you. I know I hurt you, and I regret it," she began, her voice sincere and apologetic.
Jude listened intently, his eyes softening as he saw the genuine remorse in Naya's eyes. He squeezed her hand gently, offering her reassurance that he was willing to listen and understand.
"I trust you and I feel like a fucking idiot for even suggesting otherwise." Naya blushed with embarrassment. "I don't expect you to just forget what I said, but wanted to reiterate to you that I'm sorry."
Jude's expression softened even more, and he reached out to cup Naya's face in his hands, his thumbs gently wiping away the tears that had started to form in her eyes.
"Have I ever given you a reason to second guess me or my feelings for you?" Jude asked, his eyes searching hers for any sign of uncertainty.
Naya shook her head, feeling a mix of relief and guilt wash over her. "No, never. You've always been honest and loving towards me," she admitted, feeling the weight of her own doubts lift slightly with her confession.
