Chapter 11

“Stop thinking and do. You’re like Ems, I reckon, you think too much,” Jude said, then that heart-wrenchingly beautiful grin lit up his face like an explosion. “I’ll talk you round, Williams, you fucking wait!”

Anton watched him lope away, blinking with the suddenness of the retreat, then yelled after him the most inane question ever. “Where’s Larimer?”

“Told him to sod off, needed to talk to you on your lonesome!” Jude yelled back.

Anton grimaced, heat rushing up his neck and face, and told his stomach—as it did a rough lurch sideways—to cut it out already. Jude was going out with Emma. You didn’t cuddle your mates in the corridor the way he’d cuddled up to Emma that morning.