CHAPTER 40 - Confrontation
Rosie
I left the arena, the cheers and loud noise fading to background hum with every step I took. I could feel imaginary butterflies swirling in my stomach, my heart beating furiously against my ribs.
Jude had wanted to kiss me there earlier—I could see it in his fiery eyes, the way he looked at me like he wanted to devour me whole. Like nothing else existed except me and him and the space between us that he desperately wanted to close.
I wetted my lower lip, rubbing my arm nervously. Goosebumps prickled across my skin and I tugged my scarf tighter around my neck while clutching the sweat-drenched jersey Jude had given me. His scent clung to the fabric—wild and masculine—and I brought it closer to my chest.
The cold air bit at my cheeks at the parking lo
