Chapitre 101: 101. Socks

"Let's go." I felt uncomfortable at the silence and turned my head away, so that Jude would take his fingers from under my face away.

He backed off, and with my sports bag in hand, I followed him out, on our way to the car. This time, Jude naturally had already changed, his typical dark jeans and baggy shirt. I would love to steal his clothes as well; they always looked so comfortable; on him, though, they were more attractive than anything else.

We sat in the car, and I nearly looked forward to coming into the villa, being tired from the traveling, from the whole day.

"Where is my stuff anyway?" I asked him, while looking out, I haven't searched for it actively, but still.

Jude smirked,

"In the basement, the adjoining room to my mother's stuff."

I narrowed my eyes, displeased. I hope the cellar is at least dry; if my things got wet and were left there to rot, I would get my hands on Jude's lighter and set the mansion on fire.