They arrived at the apartment about ten minutes later.

"Come here," tommy told her.

"What are you doing Quincy?" Jude said, eyeing the black bandana he had in his hand. "Are we doing a special reprieve of BoyzAttack!"

"Very funny," Tommy said, wrapping the bandana securely around her eyes. "For your information the bandanas were white, not black."

"Oh, technicality after technicality with you."

"You know you love it."

"What are we doing anyway?"

"You'll find out."

"Tommy," she whined.

"Just follow me," he said, grabbing her hand and leading her up to the roof of the apartment. Tommy slowly untied her blindfold and told her to open her eyes.

"Oh wow Tommy. It's beautiful." she awed at the setting of the roof. Rose petals were scattered all over the floor and candles were lit.

"Do you like it?"
"I love it Tommy. Thank you!" she turned around and hugged him.

"I'm glad you like it. Come here, I have another surprise for you."

"Another one? Tommy you really shouldn't have. The ring, this, it's more than enough."

"You don't even know what it is yet," Tommy said smiling mischeviously. He went over to the corner and grabbed a large box and brought it over to her.

She shot a flirtatious look at him before she tore at the pink wrapping paper. Tommy had a plastered grin on his face while she opened it.

"Oh my god!" Jude squealed as she saw what was beneath the paper. "I can't believe you did this!" she said as she pulled the sparkly red guitar out of the box.

"Do you know how much these cost?"

"Well considering I paid for it, yes I do," he chuckled.

"Tommy, you did way too much for me."

"No I didn't. You're special to me and I want to treat you like it."

"Thank you."

"Your welcome girl," he said as he took her in his arms. "What do you say we go back to the apartment. Kwest and Sadie won't be back until tomorrow afternoon."

"I don't know Tommy..."

"Listen, we won't do anything you don't want to."

Jude paused and looked up at him. His strong features, caring eyes, sensual lips, everything about him oozed sex appeal. "Okay."

He clasped her hand with his and they slowly made their way back to the apartment. They both went to their seperate rooms and quickly changed clothes. Jude wore a pair of black silk pajama bottoms and a white camisole. Tommy came out wearing a black t-shirt and a pair of boxers.

They started a movie and cuddled on the couch. Tommy's arm was protectively draped around her shoulders. He gently grazed his hand up and down Jude's arm and leaned in to kiss her. Jude returned the kiss with an equal amount of passion and the intensity in the room increased. Fire passed between the two of them which brought their bodies closer. Tommy's hand found it's way up Jude's shirt and tenderly caressed the small of her back. Fear poured over Jude and she pushed Tommy away.

"What's wrong?" Tommy asked.

"I can't Tommy. I'm sorry, but I can't."

"Hey, don't worry," he said in a soothing voice as he cupped her cheek with his hand. "It's okay."

"No it's not."

Tommy was filled with rage against his older brother. He had done this to Jude. He had put the fear of God in her about an act that could be so tender, so loving, so beautiful.

He took her in his arms and stroked her hair. Jude was silent, rigid, and distant. She was in her own mindset and Tommy knew, at this point, he couldn't bring her out of it.