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I grin mischievously, setting her back on her own two feet. She tentatively takes a step back, a grin matching mine, playing at her lips. I quickly step towards, molding her hips to mine.

I smile down at her, leaning down hovering around her mouth, not kissing her yet. I'm not doing anything, unless she wants it. She's not going to get pissed at me later, talking about I made her cheater. If she's a cheater, it was already deep down inside of her.

But then again, we shouldn't be doing this…she has a fiancé.

"Can't wait until we get to the room?" she asks in a snide tone. She only talks when I don't want her to…a few minutes ago I was begging her to talk and she couldn't say anything, and now she's got that sarcasm back—that attitude. Damn, that's sexy.

Cupping her face with my hand, I brush my lips across her forehead, across her cheeks, and a peck on her lips. Damn, I love this.

Jude.

Me.

Jude and me.

"Oh god!" she, um—shouts, just as I find that little spot slightly above her ear. I chuckle lightly at her response. It's quite hilarious finding these little spots on women. Well, not hilarious really, but—interesting. Fun. I haven't even touched the prize yet and she's already screaming.

I always knew she was a screamer.

I smile, wickedly as the light bulb comes on inside my head. Why wait until we get to the room? Breaking away from Jude for a millisecond, I mash in the red button, you know, the one that stops the elevator. The one that's supposed to be used in the case of an emergency—

I'd count this as an emergency. According to rumor, Jude and Jax were doing something in her hotel room last night—that room's definitely off the list of possibilities. My room is a full 35 feet further down the hall than her room—mine's out. I've never done it in an elevator before…

"Quincy," she grins, flushing even more than she already is.

Smoothly turning around, and walking over to her, my hands return to cupping her face. I pull her closer laying a kiss fully on her lips—hands sliding delicately from her face, down her neck, to her shoulders…it's like they have a mind of their own as they trace the easy curve of waist to the dip of her hips, lower to her thighs…then back up again.

I walk her backwards, pushing her gently against a wall, my hands on either side of her head.

Damn, why'd I wait so long to tell her? I could have already had this…

She's all mine now…

Sort of…

Jax…

She was with Jax.

She is with Jax.

She was just kissing on him today…well yesterday—which was a few hours ago… I'm sure she didn't get a chance to brush her teeth yet.

Oh. Dear God…

I am kissing Jax…

I sigh, breaking away from her mid-kiss. Shaking my head I simply say her name.

"Huh," she asks, her eyes closed, lips still puckered.

"Girl, this isn't even right," I shake my head. On so many levels… "I can't do this. I can't let us do this. It's just not right."

"But it's okay," she whispers.

"No, it's not," I sigh, shaking my head.

But it is…How can it be wrong when if feels this right?

"We're just avoiding the big ass stain in the middle of the floor Jude," I moan, plopping on the small plush bench. I run my hands through my hair, pulling at the hair follicles. Bad habit, but it feels like it's redirecting some of the pain and pressure from the inside of my head to the outside.

She shifts into a defensive stance, exhaling loudly. "Tommy…"

"What—who do you want Jude," I ask, glancing up at her.

"I want you," she says, causing me to glance up at her hopefully.

She wants me?

She wants me.

She said she wants me.

"I want him too."

Wrong Answer. Why couldn't she have just stopped while it was good? Why the hell is she going to tell me that? She wants me…but she wants him too?

I couldn't have heard that right.

"What?" I ask, disbelievingly, letting my hands fall in between my legs.

She crosses her arms over her chest, tilting her head back, trying to prevent tears from falling. "I know how Jax feels about me," she murmurs to the ceiling.

"You know how I feel about you Jude!" I fire back in a stage whisper.

Did I not just pour out my soul to her? I think I recall saying everything except for 'you complete me'. Hell, I would have said that too if it would have got the point across.

She shakes her head at the ceiling a moment, before looking at me, pain evident in her eyes. "I know you're probably jealous," she states, her eyes boring into mine, "I know that you probably would have never said you loved me if I wasn't with Jax. If I wasn't with someone who wanted to flippin' marry me," she cries, waving her hand around, flashing that ring around.

"Jude," I say, looking at her, shaking my head. She's wrong, I would have told her. I would have eventually. "That's not true, girl."

"Oh yeah, it is Tommy," she laughs, cynically. She wipes at her eyes angrily, and starts to pace from one side of the elevator to the other. "I'm right. I know, I'm right." She smiles, sadly, talking more to herself than me.

"You're wrong Jude," I respond, ignoring the pain in my chest I'm feeling. "You're so wrong."

"Am I not worth the risk to you?" she gasps, "Am I not worth it?" she shouts, gesturing to herself.

"Jude," I begin. I can't believe what a turn of events this is…how do we go from having a good night out—with ice-cream and dancing, to me professing my love for her, to her getting pissed, to a heavy make out session.

Now we're back to being pissed…

"Jude," I repeat. I feel so helpless, like nothing I say it's going to change the way she feels about me. Nothing. Nothing I say, nothing I do.

"Are you just a coward?" she asks, her words like little scissors cutting away at my interior. She's looking up at me for an answer, but I can't even find the sentences to explain it to her at the moment. Of course she's worth it to me…

"Apparently I'm worth it some people. Jax! I'm worth it to him, but you…you're just a coward…am I right?"

"Jude," I sigh, "You're worth everything I have…everything I want, everything I hope to have…"

"And how many girls have you used that line on Tommy?" she whispers, harshly.

Damn, that was equivalent to a slap in the face. No, that hurts worse than any physical pain she could cause me. I'd take another slap any day.

"How many?" she probes, again, viciously.

"Only you," I retort, staring her down. "Who else would I say something like that too Jude? Those other girls don't equal up to you. You know that! You're the only woman I've ever wanted this bad…"

"Sounds like lust to me, Tommy," she whispers, sardonically, turning around, and pressing the button to restart the elevator.

"No, girl," I say, shaking my head. "If it was lust, I'd be making love to you right now. I love you."

She glances away, covering her eyes with her hand. "Don't say shit like that if you don't mean it Tom."

"You know I don't say it if I don't," I counter, standing up, walking over to her.

"Don't touch me," she warns me, taking a step back.

I throw hands up in a peace gesture. "You can't marry him," I murmur.

"Yes, I can," she says, widening the space between us.

"No, you can't."

She throws a looks at me and sits down on the bench, crossing her arms over chest. "Whatever." She states, flatly.

"You say 'whatever' because deep down you know I'm right," I reply, smugly, leaning against the wall, studying her body language intently. Her arms still crossed over her chest emitting defensiveness, her ankles locked showing uneasiness. (I read sometimes okay…it gets boring on tour.)

I stop her before she retorts with some kind of smart-ass remark. "You know I'm right," I reiterate, loudly.

She shakes her head, slowly, glancing at that ring—again.

"And you hate that ring."

"No, I don't," she snaps, extremely defensive.

"Yeah, you do," I roll my eyes, waving her off. "I knew you'd hate that ring the moment I saw it."

"What?" she asks, quickly looking up at me, eyes flashing.

I never did master the art of thinking before speaking.

"You knew he was proposing?" she asks, haughtily, standing up, walking towards me.

"Jude," I sigh, at a loss for words.

She puts a hand up to silence me. "Save it!" she says, eerily calm. "Just save it." She says, pressing the button to start the elevator. I sigh, dejectedly. I honestly don't see how I'm going to smooth this one over with her this time. I just screwed up—big time. I feel like I've failed as a human being.

I can only stare at her as she presses the button…again? I could have swore she already did a few seconds ago. I watch as she pushes it few more times with no response from the elevator.

Ah damn.