I would just like to say thanks for all the wonderful replies I've recieved in regards to this fic! It means a lot to me to know that people are liking what I write! And if you have had the chance you should check out my other story "Dedication"...Anywho...here's the next chapter:D

Flying into her suite and slamming the door behind her, Jude went straight for the king sized, dreamy bed awaiting her and plopped down on it. A groan of frustration was released from the depths of her throat and she threw both hands over her face, shaking her head silently.

"No, no, no, no, no!" Jude cried, "I'm such an idiot!" Pulling her hands away she spread them out on the bed, her head aching and her heart…her heart confused. Sleep beckoned her, and the liquor was still coursing her veins. Yet, as she lie there alone in the large, unbelievably comfortable bed (mind you any sane person would have passed out on it in an instant), Jude found herself staring at the bare white ceiling.

Hours passed and she was still observing the very dull ceiling with more interest than really necessary… wait was that a spider? No…false alarm…ugh why the hell couldn't she sleep, pass out like any other normal human who had drank too much for their own good? Jude flipped around to lie on her stomach, hoping to find solace in the new position for sleep, but it did nothing but lunch her mind into new thoughts.

Jude tossed and turned unable to get the night's events to stop playing in her mind. Why had she done it? Why had she kissed him?

Or did he kiss her?

Ugh, she was definitely never drinking again, because she could hardly remember much of anything in the final hour she had been at that club…except for that kiss…

Unconsciously, her slender fingers touched her lips recalling the way his mouth felt upon hers…his breath…the warmth she felt being so close to him…

Just thinking about it made Jude dizzy. Dizzy in a good way. And as she remembered the way his eyes peered into hers and the way it felt to be in his arms, her eyelids lowered, her breathing steadied. Jude had finally succumbed to a peaceful slumber, Tommy Quincy's image the last thing floating behind her eyelids.

The morning sun shone brightly into the large room, but the man sitting on the edge of the bed didn't seem to have noticed and was unfazed by it's teasing brilliance. His entire being seemed exhausted…like he hadn't slept at all…

Which he hadn't.

Tommy hadn't been able to get a wink of sleep last night because every time he shut his eyes, Jude's precious face popped before his closed eyelids, taunting him.

Why was his life so screwed up?

He just had to kiss her, had to taste her perfect pouty lips…he couldn't resist her, and it wasn't just because of the alcohol…it was because she was Jude Harrison.

HIS girl…or at least she used to be.

A pang in his heart caused a heavy sigh from Tommy when he was reminded how close they once were. Seeing her last night, it was almost like it was fated, that they would run into each other…at this point in his life when he had decided he truly needed to move on.

An old saying popped in Tommy's mind and he shook his head sadly, "If you love someone let them go, if they come back it was meant to be."

But were they meant to be? AHHH…it was so frustrating, he shouldn't even be thinking about Jude or thoughts of being with her, he had Ashley…loyal, loving, the perfect girlfriend…

And who was due to be home any time and if he didn't want her to worry, he'd better get in the shower and get cleaned up. The smell of liquor engulfed him, as well as smoke, and…the smell of her…

The thought of that alone caused Tommy to hesitate for a moment, because he felt like he would be ridding himself of Jude.

Laughing at himself bitterly, Tommy stood and began to undress as he walked toward the adjoining bathroom. His thoughts raced. Would Jude talk to him again after last night, if he felt guilty about just kissing her, she had to feel upset because she was after all, engaged!

Finally he came to the conclusion that Jude was going to be around for two weeks. Two weeks in which he could get to know her again…be her friend again. He wanted that…he NEEDED that. It was better than nothing, and if anything, maybe it would ease his mind. Maybe he wouldn't think about her constantly.

First, he had to talk to her about last night. Possibly apologize.

Right…maybe he should call her…

Before he finished undressing, he went back to the nightstand next to the bed and grabbed his cell phone. Glancing at the time he momentarily had second thoughts about calling her. It was only 8 am, she probably wasn't even awake yet, she never was a morning person so more than likely he'd end up reaching her voicemail.

Which wasn't such a bad thing, in fact it seemed more appealing then talking to Jude herself.

Scrolling through his contacts, Tommy finally reached her name and his thumb grazed gently over the call button. After breathing deeply, he pressed down on the green button and began pacing back and forth…

One ring…well at least he knew her phone was on.

Two…was it just Tommy or did each ring seem to last an excruciating long time?

Three…

Four rings…

"HEY! You've reached Jude. I'm obviously unable to answer my phone for a multitude of reasons, ranging from sleep to work and everything in between. So just leave a name, number, and message and I'll catch ya later! Oh, I have to make it clear that if you start your message with Hey Jude, you will never hear me from me again! OK? Thanks, BYE!"

A smile formed on his lips hearing her chipper voice and his heart momentary lifted, but as soon as the BEEP signaled him to start his message he fumbled for the right words to say, "Hey Ju…oops I uh mean, Hey, It's Tommy. Ya, so listen, I really think we should talk," Tommy started, obviously nervous. Since when was Tom Quincy ever nervous like this? He sounded like a bumbling buffoon. "We should talk…about some things. It would just be great if you could call me back, my number should be on your phone, if not, it's 714-425-0185. I really want to see you Jude, maybe we can get lunch or something soon. Call me."

Snapping the phone shut, he stared at it as if she was going to call him immediately back. After a few seconds he tossed it off to the side and headed for the shower, hoping the water would help relax him.

"RISE AND SHINE BABYCAKES!" Mason bellowed, throwing the blinds in Jude's room open allowing the unbearable white light to cascade into the room.

Jude's eyes squeezed tighter shut trying to keep the sunshine out. "Mase!" She whined, throwing the covers up over her head, her head slightly pounding.

"Don't 'Mase' Me," Mason remarked happily strolling toward the bed, yanking the covers off of her.

"Please, just another hour," Jude pleaded, her eyes cracking slightly before grabbing her pillow and shoving it over her face.

"Nope," Mason laughed, seizing the pillow, and with some effort was able to pry it out of Jude's grasp, "It's already 10 and we have this entire city to explore in two short weeks. So get that pretty little head of yours into the shower so we can get a move on it."

Jude glared fiercely at him, while her eyes squinted painfully in the light, "I'm not feeling very well…"

"Don't give me that," Mason interrupted, "it's your fault you drank like a bazillion shots last night with Tommy…speaking of which how did that go?"

Quickly snatching her pillow back, Jude laid her head on it and sighed. Should she tell Mason what had transpired between them, that she'd kissed him? Kissed him so passionately it hurt? Haha…not likely…

"Fine," she answered simply.

Mason rolled his eyes, "Sure." Tossing her phone at her he added, "Here, you left this in the sitting area and it rang a few hours ago. It keeps beeping so you better check your voicemail."

Grudgingly she sat up, set the pillow across her lap and checked the missed number. "Hmmm," Jude murmured, "I don't know the number." Dialing her voicemail, she waited patiently for the message to begin. The moment he said 'Hey' she knew who it was and her eyes widened. Why was he calling her? How did he get her number? More than likely Brendon, but still he called her! AHH!

Mason saw the look of surprise on her facial feature and quickly yanked the phone away and pressed it to his own ears to hear Tommy Quincy's voice on the other line mentioning how they should get together. A smirk danced across his lips and he inquired, "Well Miss Harrison, will you be taking the daring Mr. Quincy up on his offer?"

Jude shook her head harshly, confusing Mason.

"Why not? I thought everything went fine last night," He laughed, "besides, it's not like you did anything with him."

Swallowing the lump in her throat, Jude looked away guiltily and hoarsely whispered, "We kissed."

Mason gawked at her for a moment before bursting out with excitement, "You didn't?" But Jude refused to say anything else. "YOU DID!" Mason exclaimed slack jawed and astonished, "Then you must have really had a fun time at the club!"

"Shut up!" Jude scowled, grabbing the nearest pillow to release the urge to scream bubbling up inside of her.

Mason continued to grin madly, "So are you gonna call him back?

Jude stared incredulously at him, "No."

"Why? You're both adults, besides it was just a kiss, no biggie."

"Yes…yes it is a VERY big biggie! I'm engaged Mase, engaged! AND Tommy has a girlfriend, possibly even wife! What I did was considered cheating. Even if it would have been a little kiss on the lips, it was cheating, but this was a full blown tongue on tongue action," Jude cried, her heart rate accelerating remembering his searing lips…

Mason chuckled and Jude threw the pillow in her hands at his head.

"Shut up! I'm seriously about to hyperventilate here Mase!"

"Jude, seriously, just calm down. Obviously Tommy wants to talk to you about it, besides you need to talk to him, not only about last night, but for what happened all those years ago," Mason explained calmly, his joking demeanor gone.

Jude knitted her eyebrows together confused, "What do you mean all those years ago?"

"Oh come on Jude, I know you. I know you never REALLY got over Tommy, never got closure because of his abrupt departure. I know how HURT you were…how hurt you still are. You NEED to talk to him about it, get things off your chest that have been bottled up for too long. " Mason soothing told her, placing a hand on hers.

Jude smiled sadly, knowing he was right. "I don't think I'm strong enough to face him Mase," She lowly said, speaking the truth while she fiddled with a loose string on her shirt. "Not only because things got a little out of hand last night, but because of our past. Whenever it comes to Tommy Quincy, I've never been strong enough. He lowers all my defenses, whether he means to or not. Even after all this time…"

"Then pretend. Jude, you have to do it and if you know you can't be, then pretend to just enough to get through a lunch with him. I believe in you, you need this for yourself. You'll never be really happy until you get to talk to Quincy…and NOT in a bar setting."

Nodding, Jude threw her arms around Mason's neck and hugged him tightly, "No wonder you're my best friend."