"Remember, Tommy? How we woke up next to each other and you were about to kiss me before they walked in?" Jude yelled across the room. Tommy still hadn't discussed that night with her, even though she had asked him to many times.
"Jude, I told you, not now." He said back to her firmly.
"Then when?" She was exhausted. She was sick of the constant battle with Tommy and their emotions.
"You want to talk? Let's talk." He said, making Jude smile a little bit because she had won. He stalked over to her and placed his hands on her shoulders.
"Let's talk about that night. About how…childish you make me feel. I feel like some teenage boy who has a huge crush on some way younger girl, Jude. I feel like a pedophile. I feel like what I'm doing is disgusting. Almost every time I kiss you my first immediate thought is that I hurt you by doing it. I'm too old for you, Jude, and it kills me. But despite that, I can't stop. I can't stop kissing you and thinking about you, and hating whoever you're dating at the time." His hands dropped to her waist and he cocked his head sadly as he looked at her.
Jude glanced down at her feet.
"But you never even talk to me about it. That's all I want, is for you to tell me things like you just told me. It makes me feel so much better just to know that you don't hate me. That you didn't give me the cold shoulder for a week because I'm a stupid kid." She said softly.
Tommy pulled her in and hugged her tenderly, her hair falling into his face. He inhaled and memorized the scent.
"You're not a stupid kid, and I don't hate you."
"I'm sorry." He whispered in her ear as her arms tightened around him in their embrace.
"I don't want to hurt you, I really don't." He said, pulling away.
"But every time my feelings get the best of me I do. I can't help but want to hold your hand, or hug you, or kiss you."
Jude leaned her back against the wall.
"It's okay. I understand." She said, and Tommy nodded before shoving his hands in his pockets and walking away.