“I found some interesting things under your sink, Emilio.” Jude was most definitely smiling now—he could hear it. “Do you mind?” “No,” he breathed out, shaking his head. He tried to look over his shoulder, but Jude was too quick. His fingers dug into Kicks’ hair and kept his face pointed toward the bed. “Trust me,” he said—again, almost like a question, but not quite.
