“You?” Jude prompted slowly, dark eyes locked on Snow’s.
“I…want to continue this conversation after we pick up my things.”
Jude smiled. “Coward,” he murmured softly.
Snow’s hands snapped out, grabbed Jude and hauled him close. “I just don’t want to fucking tell you that I love you in the front seat of my car, dammit.”
Jude blinked at him. His mouth fell open, then closed.