"You smoking again, Jude?" I heard a voice from behind.
"Mmm hmmm," I replied, not looking back.
William joined me out in the chill night air.
"What's got you worked up this time?" He asked. I don't answer. He pulls back my hair to one side revealing my shoulder; caressing it. I was cold. But his hands were warm. Gentle. Sincere. But for some stupid reason, I didn't want to let him know that at that moment. I remained silent.
"May I have a smoke?"
Saying nothing, nor looking over at his caring smile beneath his 5 o' clock shadow, I handed over the carton.
William throws it over the rooftop, watching it tumble down six stories landing in some shrubs.
"Bloody hell!" I shout. "What are you doing? That was my last one!"
"You know you'll go right over to Bridget's first thing in the morning and bum a few off her anyway. Come on, Love, tell me what's wrong." William pleads.
"My bum hurts from sitting out here for so long, that's what's wrong." I said, as I stood up and climbed through the open window. William followed. I wish I could have told him what was the matter. I really did. But the fact was, I had no idea. I loved William more than anything. He was smart, funny, charming and looked delicious in just about anything. He's honest in his opinions, respects mine, and sees me through everything. But I just felt...empty.
"Hey Jude, don't make it bad." William begins softly. "Take a sad song and make it better..." My expression didn't change. William quickly changes pace by grabbing a wooden spoon from our kitchen and as if it were a microphone, cranks his voice up a few notches belting, "Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, naaa..Jude-" I shot him a look and headed into the bedroom.
"Judith," He calls softly. And there it was.
Something in the way she moves, attracts me like no other lover. Something in the way she wooes me. I don't want to leave her now, You know I believe and how.