𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇,
Jude has a girlfriend, but can he keep himself away from Amora?
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Amora knows what Jude is like, and he has a girlfriend, but does that stop her?
Amora is in Germany for the Euros, and her brother Trent has cautioned her against fa...
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no pov THE ROAR OF THE CROWD reverberated through the streets long before Amora even reached Wembley. The closer she got, the heavier the air seemed to feel, each step weighing her down with anticipation. England vs. Slovakia—another match, another moment in the spotlight. Only this time, it wasn't the game she was nervous about.
It had been two weeks since the last time she saw Jude.
She hadn't run into him at any of the matches since then, and if she was being honest with herself, she'd done everything in her power to avoid any situation where their paths might cross. She told Trent she had too many work online meetings or that she was feeling unwell whenever he offered her tickets to the previous matches. But this one... well, she couldn't escape it.
Her brother had insisted on it.
"Come on, you haven't been to a game in ages," Trent had said over the phone, his voice carrying a hint of irritation. "We need all the support we can get. You'll be sitting with Chloe and some of the other families. You'll be fine."
Fine.
Amora forced a smile as she walked through the sea of England supporters, their flags draped over their shoulders, faces painted in red and white. The energy was electric, but all she felt was dread simmering beneath the surface. She hadn't told Trent the real reason she'd been avoiding the games, hadn't told anyone about what happened the last time she saw Jude. How could she? Trent had always been protective, and if he knew even a sliver of what went down that night, he'd lose it.
Her stomach twisted as the memory of Jude flashed through her mind—the way his hands had grazed her skin, the way they'd almost kissed, the heat that had risen between them in those few fleeting seconds. But it wasn't the tension that had haunted her since then. It was the way he'd left. No explanation. No words. Just silence.
And now, she was walking into his world again, stepping into the same space where he thrived, where he commanded attention without even trying.
"Amora!"
Chloe's voice snapped her out of her thoughts as she spotted her brother's girlfriend waving at her from the side of the stadium entrance. Despite the pit in her stomach, Amora forced herself to move toward her. Chloe, with her perfectly styled blonde hair and designer clothes, always seemed to radiate that "it girl" energy that made Amora feel like a shadow in comparison. The tension between them had never been subtle, and they both knew it.
"Hey," Amora greeted her, trying to keep her voice neutral as she joined the small group that Chloe was with. There was always an undercurrent of hostility when they were around each other, but for Trent's sake, they kept things civil. Or at least tried to.
