"That's right," said Tommy, shrugging his shoulders. "In the end, I figured I couldnt let you slip through my fingers again."
This speech made Jude's breath catch in her throat. Was it really happening? Tommy, falling for her again?
"Um... I'm gonna go flick through postcards," muttered Dana, and she wandered off, leaving her parents alone.
"You know, once I got here," said Jude, conversationally. "I really couldnt find one good reason for running away."
"Have you always loved me Jude?" asked Tommy. "Or did you give up on me once I was an asshole?"
"I didnt wait eleven years for you to curse yourself, Tommy," whispered Jude, her voice shaking, fingers trembling.
"Eleven years? Was it really that long ago?"
"Really was. Guess it flew by for you. Where did you go, back to Sadie?"
"How could I when I've always loved you?"
Then without a chance for Jude to speak, Tommy took Jude's face and kissed her lips passionately, feeling the way his lips felt on hers, after eleven years it felt like it hadnt gone by at all.
Jude swore she had fireworks behind her eyes, but then again, that may have been the one thousand photographers that had crowded round, snapping the loved-up couple. Tommy could almost hear the headline forming - Quincey and Harrison, Together Again? But he didnt care. He had Jude again, and that was all that mattered.
Ok, ok, let me through," demanded Dana, and she pushed through the crowd.
"Ew," she said, wrinkling her nose. "Get a room."
But they ignored her, and carried on kissing.
"I guess thats a story to tell the grandkids," said Dana, shrugging her shoulders, as if two very famous popstars made out in airports all the time.
"Sure is," said Tommy, wrestling his lips from Jude's. "Sure is."