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WHOA! CAUTION: FLUFF AHEAD

I'm riding home with Jude, who's almost comatose from all the wine at the party.

"You think he loves her?" she asks, randomly. She's got her heels kicked off and her feet on the dash. Usually I would say something about this…but like I've said before it's not my car.

"I think so, couldn't you tell?" I ask her.

"Yeah…it's weird though," she yawns, shifting in the seat. "Shay's like the Hugh Hefner of Canada….and he's getting married before me? That's insane…"

I chuckle a little to myself, sounds like she's jealous to me.

"Are you really ready to get married?"

"If the right person asked me," she slurred.

Interesting answer.

"You think Jax is the right person?" I ask her, boldly. Thank God the alcohol is getting to her, and she not really thinking about what she's saying…she's not thinking about putting up a block on me, or joking off my questions.

"I was thinking about that all night…" she muses. I glance over at her relaxing in the passenger's seat, her hair blowing in the wind. She looks…beautiful. Like always. "I don't know about Jax. He's sweet…he's fun to be around…but I don't know if we have that "it" factor you know…And we hardly ever get to see each other, but that kinda leaves me wanting more."

I nod my head, even though she can't see me. "I get what you were saying…"

"Yeah, you're like the only person, who ever gets what I'm saying," she sighs.

I smile to myself. It just feels so right between us right now. I laugh, nervously. What can I say to that? "I know"…nah that'd come out sounding too cocky.

"I'm serious Quincy," she says, leaning over to kiss my cheek. "I don't know what I'd do without you."

"Me either girl," I whisper.

After a while of silence, I glance over at her, and she's sleeping,

I finally exhale and sadness just creeps over me all of a sudden. I don't know, I just start thinking about the whole situation with Jude. I really don't want to be the "other man". I know she's with Jax; she's happy with Jax. I shouldn't just go and mess with her head and confuse the hell out of her. But if I don't tell her….I know I will regret it.

As I pull into the parking lot of our hotel I throw the keys to the valet, and go around to the other side of the car, and wake up Jude, apparently she's a little tipsier than I thought.

"What time is," she asks, letting me lead her through the lobby to the elevator.

"1:45." I answer pushing the up arrow.

She laughs, giddily, "I'm never going to be able to get up in to get to rehearsal," she slurs.

"I'm sure you can hot shower, coffee, some aspirin you'll be good to go," I assure her, gently pushing her into the elevator. She stands right near the glass, and it kind of freaks me out, even though the glass is probably about 4 inches wide. I don't do heights.

As we stumble together down the hall I ask her for her key card.

"It's in my purse," she says, sleepily, leaning against the wall for support.

I glance around her looking for the small handbag that she was carrying. "Where's your purse…"

"Good question…" she smiles, lazily, sliding down to the floor. "Probably, in the car,"

I sigh and look at her, sitting on the floor with her eyes shut. She's got a happy, content look on her face. I pull her to her feet and walk down the hall to my room.

"You trying to seduce me now Quincy right?" she asks, her eyes still closed.

My face is burning up with that question. She leans on me as I fumble through my wallet looking for my own key. "Uh no…" I stutter, silently thanking a higher power that she probably won't remember any of this in the morning.

I gently push her into my room, where she promptly drops her heels and her shrug. "You should be lucky you don't have to wear heels. I don't even see why I wear them…" she says, stumbling towards the couch.

"Okay…" I reply, laughing at her frankness.

"Really I don't see why men find them all that attractive…" she mumbles. "I mean…come on high heels are weapons…what does stiletto mean anyway? 'A thin bladed knife.'"

"You can't run in them though," I remind her, sitting on the coffee table in front of her.

"True, but that doesn't matter because I can take it off and beat the hell out of someone with it."

I laugh, and reach for one of her feet, and I begin to gently massage it for her.

She looks at me quizzically.

"What?"

"You can do this," she replies, pointing to me massaging her foot, "And this is the first time in the 6 years that you have known me that you have?"

I laugh at her. "I wouldn't want you to get too used to it…"

"Too late." She smiles, leaning back against the couch and placing her other foot in my lap. "I must admit amigo you have skills. You should already be married."

"That's what I was thinking," I laugh to myself.

I spend the next 15 minutes massaging her feet until she's in a blissful stupor. I tickle her foot wake her up. She promptly takes her feet out of my lap and opens her eyes. "Gracias senor."

"Your welcome." I smile, heading to my bedroom.

"Where you going?" she calls after me.

"No where," I shrug; I hear her getting off the couch and following me. I take the opportunity to take a leak in the bathroom. When I come back out she's out on the balcony.

She's sitting on the banister freaking the hell out of me. She's basically drunk, sitting on a banister on the 18th floor.

I stand at the doorframe and look her. "Um Jude, why don't you have a seat…on a chair."

She shrugs and actually takes my advice. "Come sit with me, I love this view," She turns and looks at me and pats the seat beside her.

"Nah I'm good in here," I'm not into the heights.

"Ah look at that moon," she breathes apparently in awe. She looks so innocent…it's weird. I'm pretty sure she's not. But her just looking at the moon like it's the first time she's ever seen it…that's pretty sexy.

I stand there looking at her for several minutes until she begins to doze off.

"Jude?"

"Um…"

"Come on, girl," I say stepping a few feet onto the balcony to pull her inside with me.

"I am so…" she mumbles.

"Tired," I ask trying to help her out.

"Yeah," she says, flopping on my bed.

I slip off my shoes, and unbutton my dress shirt.

"Jude do you want a shirt?" I turn towards her when I get no answer. She appears to be sleeping. I turn off the overhead light and lay on the bed beside her, making sure there's about 2 feet between us. I turn off the lamp on the nightstand too.

I'm almost asleep when I feel Jude shifting over towards me, crossing over into my personal space. She puts her head on my shoulder and I reluctantly wrap my arms around her waist. I feel her snuggle even closer to me, seeking physical warmth. I run my hands up and down her arms, trying to make her warmer.

"You cold?" I ask her.

"Not anymore," she whispers.

I feel a smile spreading across my face. Positioned with Jude lying in my arms like this…everything (problems, fears, expectations, etc.) just fade away and I focus on the present. Which just so happens to be her and me. I can feel her smiling as I softly caress her cheeks with my fingertips.

After a while, I feel her breathing become more rhythmic and steady, so I figure she's finally asleep. I fight sleep as long as possible, but I begin to feel its drug-like pull.