Chapter 83

"Jude?" Moving back the covers, I inched my way closer to him, wrapping my arm around his shoulder. "What happened? Are you okay?" A sudden panic at the thought of him being hurt chocked me. "I shouldn't have come." The sorrow and regret in his voice pulled at my heart. "This isn't your problem, pretty girl." Brushing my arm off he went to stand up, but I quickly wrapped both of my hands around his. I entwined our hands together, holding his as tight as I could and propped myself up by my knees on the bed. "You wouldn't have come here if you didn't want to tell me." I had no idea if that was true, but I didn't know what else to say. For a reason I couldn't explain, whenever I thought of Jude being hurt or sad, it almost caused me to feel pain. Jude stood, staring at our hands. "I thought you'd hate me." He whispered with pain etched all over his perfect features. It didn't look right to see such a handsome face ruined by an expression