Crazy.

Ha, that is the perfect word to describe this whirlwind of a love we have. It has been crazy and intense since the moment we met. I still remember everything about the moment when his eyes met mine while I was tearing down the dumbass flyers that Ellen was stapling to trees. The way his mouth pulled to the side, how he looked at me like I was it. Was it love at first sight? Maybe, hell, I don’t know. All I know is that I’m completely in love with this guy. It’s been fast, it’s been crazy, but it’s our love story, and it’s the greatest in the history of love, in my opinion.

After clicking LIKE, I hit the comment link, and write:

Claire Anderson: Life is nothing without you, Jude. I love you. More than words. The greatest thing in the world is that we are growing together and together we can do anything. Love you. #MyBoyfriendIsAmazing #MakesMeCryHappyTears #HubbyMaterialForSure

“What the hell is the matter?”

Looking over, I see that Skylar has entered the room. I didn’t even hear her come in; I was too consumed with Jude’s post.

“Jude,” I breathe. “He tagged me in the most unbelievable status.”

She smiles. “Yeah, I saw that sugary sweet shit. Did you see that almost half his female friends deleted him too?

Taken aback, I say, “Really?”

“Yeah, I was messing around with Matty, and he was telling me that he, Bryan, and Jayden were giving Jude shit for y’all making the house shake last night and then his girlie-ass status, and Jude was laughing ’cause almost everyone deleted him.”

“Wow,” I say with a grin. “That’s a good thing, I guess, but whoa… Wait, you’re messing around with Matt?”

She shrugs, her cheeks blushing with color as she says, “Yeah, it’s no big deal. We’ve fucked a few times, but it’s nothing. Honestly. We’re more friends than anything.”

“That’s how it starts,” I sing, opening a message to Jude. “Reese and Phillip were friends with benefits and now look.”

She laughs. “No, they were in love from the start but tried to act like it wasn’t anything.”

Setting her with a look, I grin. “My point exactly.”

“Oh, fuck off,” she sneers before throwing a pillow at me. I dodge it with no problem and fall back on my bed, texting Jude.

Me: So u made me cry.

Hey Jude: Happy tears?

Me: Of course. I don’t think u know how much I love u.

Hey Jude: yeah I do. I see it in your eyes every time I see u.

Ugh. Swoon. Taking in a deep breath, I smile as I type back.

Me: Where are you at?

Hey Jude: In the locker room. About to shower and head to the house.

Me: Anything once you get there?

Hey Jude: Nope, probably a nap.

Me: I think I have a better idea.

Hey Jude: I’m intrigued.

With a sneaky grin, I type:

Me: Good, meet you there.

Hey Jude: I’ll beat you.

Me: Challenged accepted.

Hopping up, I strip my clothes off quickly and find the sexiest piece of lingerie I have.

“Whoa, where is the fire?” Skylar asks as I put on a lacy black number.

Shooting her a grin, I put some sweats on over my lingerie and say, “I’m going to beat Jude back to the house, and then I’m going to blow his mind with this.”

Skylar laughs as I slide my feet into my tennis shoes. “Y’all trip me out. Have fun.”

“Oh, I will,” I say with a wink and then I dash out the door.

I know I should drive my car, but traffic is going to be busy since everyone is out for lunch. Running like there are zombies chasing me, I dart across campus. People get out of my way and some shout to slow down, but I ignore them. I have somewhere to be. My chest is burning along with my legs, but I don’t let up; I will beat Jude. Rounding the quad, I spot Jude coming out of the Bullies arena. He must have spotted me too because a huge grin comes across his face and then he’s off too. Pushing hard, I want to cry from the pain, but there is no way in hell I’m going to let him beat me.

He’s fast, though.

Superfast.

“Your legs are longer,” I yell out as I dart for the front door.

“No excuses!” he yells back at me as he rounds the house, only a second behind me.

He jumps over the shrubs onto the porch just as I throw the door open and run downstairs. I can feel him right behind me, but I know I have this. The only problem is that I’m running so fast that I don’t stop in time to open his door, and I run straight into the wall beside it with my shoulder. I feel pain but I ignore it, backtracking to the door. I go to throw it open, but Jude’s hand meets the handle just as mine does. Next thing I know, we’re in a hip-checking battle trying to open the door and enter it before the other. Grunts fill the hall until finally I kick him in the shin and he topples over, giving me the chance to throw the door open.

Holding my arms up in victory, I scream, “Oh, yeah! Winner!”

“Cheater! You kicked me!” he yells as he enters the room, his brows together in frustration, his face flushed.

“No excuses,” I say with a devious grin.

He shoots me a grin as he shuts the door behind himself, locking it as his eyes darken to the color of emerald. I’m breathing hard, and I know I need to catch my breath, but I can’t help myself. I pull my shirt off and then kick my shoes and pants off, standing in my very skimpy panties and bra.

Bracing himself against the door, he groans, “Fucking hell, Claire.”

A grin pulls at my lips as I slowly walk toward him. With every step I take, a piece of his clothing hits the floor. His shirt, his pants, then his boxers, leaving him deliciously naked right as I close the distance between us. Reaching out, I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him down for a soul-deep kiss. His body is so hard against mine. He has been hitting the gym like mad, and man, his body reflects that. As my hands move up his arms, his biceps, I can feel each muscle defined beneath my palms. My heart races as our kiss deepens, his hands resting against my ass. His dick is stiff against my belly and I want him. Need him

When I feel his fingers dance up my back, I break the kiss, gasping for breath as his lips dust along my jaw. I’m burning up everywhere. My whole body is singing for his as he unclasps my bra. The cups fall away from my breasts and land at our feet.

“I want to rip this off you,” he whispers against my jaw, his fingers yanking at my underwear. “But it’s so pretty.” He then runs his fingers down the base of my spine before slowly pulling my panties down my tingling legs. I haven’t run like that in a while, and while my legs are crying, they are soon a distant thought when Jude grabs my butt cheeks and buries his face between my legs. My legs buckle and I have to brace my hands against the door as I gasp for breath. Running his tongue slowly and teasingly against my sensitive lips, I bite into my bottom lip, holding in my scream as he tortures me. When he runs the tip of his tongue along where my lips meet, my heart pounds in my chest and then my legs start to shake from the want for him.