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Laughing, I took his hand and hugged it to my chest. “No. I’m not sick. Just…” I huffed and finally said, “I get gassy and stomachaches like the rest of the world, okay?”
He cracked a smile. “Did you eat something? I got some Tums downstairs.”
“It’s my anxiety,” I admitted.
“What happened?”
I wouldn’t speak of the man, but I would honestly tell Hudson about my mental health. “That’s the thing about anxiety. It doesn’t need a reason to appear. It just exists inside me. Sometimes, I’ll have days where I feel like the walls are closing in, and I don’t know what to do. Nothing bad happens, but it feels so ominous like something terrible is coming.” I shrugged, trying to brush off my feelings. Unless someone lived with anxiety themselves, it was hard for most people to grasp. “It’s hard to explain.”
“What helps you get through it?” he asked, and I kind of liked the fact that he didn’t try to say he understood or make me explain it more.
“Hot baths, music, sleep…” I started naming things that helped me. “I’ve gotten better at working through my thoughts when the feeling is there, too. I just wanted you to know I have an anxious stomach. So, I’m bound to fart in front of you.” He laughed, so I continued, “I need you to be prepared.”
“You know, Red, I find myself lucky in that case.”
I gasped dramatically. “How so?”
“If you’re warning me of future farts, you must be planning to stay here with me.”
His words held magic. My chest felt warm and fuzzy. While he didn’t erase the anxiousness inside me, he brought bigger feelings to battle against it. Soft and lovely sensations spread through me, eclipsing the negative.
I brought my legs to my chest and rested my head on my knees. Moving my gaze over Hudson adoringly, I whispered, “I believe I’ve found a new weapon against my anxiety.”
He brushed my hair off my shoulder. “What’s that?”
“You.”
His cheeks reddened right before he leaned in and kissed my forehead. “I’m going to run you some hot water in the tub downstairs, prepare some strawberries, and fucking feed them to you while you relax. How about that, baby? Your anxiety and stomach are no match for me.”
I burst out laughing as he climbed off the bed. “Thank you, Blondie.” My stomach fluttered as I tried out the nickname. My cheeks felt hot. Since he called me Red due to my hair color, I figured I’d give him the same treatment.
He paused, his mouth curving to one side. “Blondie?”
“My hair is red. You’re a blond.” I brought the blanket up to my face, stopping at my nose. “You don’t like it?”
He ran his hand through his hair. My body buzzed to life as more color appeared on his cheeks. “I do, Red, I really do.”
FORTY-ONE
EUGENE
The past few mornings, I awakened to a large arm draped over my middle and my back plastered to Hudson’s chest as he held me. He slept in my room. I sat up until ten, waiting for him, and he hadn’t shown up. So, he must have snuck into my room much later.
My clit throbbed before I was completely awake, like my body was aware of who lay beside me. Even though I was burning up from his body heat, I remained there, soaking in how good he felt crushed against me. The last time he’d touched me sexually had been the night before he got sick. I didn’t understand. It had been a week, and the man slept with me every night. He didn’t wake me. He simply held me. I should be happy, and I was more cheerful than I ever have been in my life. But I was also hornier than I’d ever been before. Hudson had created a needy little monster the moment he touched me. His caresses never led to sex, and it was driving me insane. Why wasn’t he? He had the perfect opportunity to sex me up the other night when he got me in the tub and fed me like he said he would. But the man didn’t.
I wanted to take him inside meeverynight.
My shirt pressed against my sensitive nipples, and delicious tingles spread from the spot. There was no light shining through the window, so I didn’t know what time it was. Unable to help myself, I wiggled my hips until I was snug against the curve of his hips. When he stirred and his arm tightened around me, I froze.
Then his phone alarm blared. Hudson removed his arm, turned off the alarm, and then replaced his arm over me. He thrust against my ass, letting me feel his erection. A vicious torrent of desire took root inside of me.
Hudson pressing his dick against me was all the encouragement I needed. “If you’re not inside me in the next minute, I’m going to—”
He yanked down my shorts and panties, wrestling them off my legs. Still on our sides, he lifted my thigh, rubbing his fingers between my pussy lips. I moaned.
“What are you going to do?” His voice was deeper, fucking sexy as hell from sleep.
“I don’t know,” I admitted, because I didn’t. “Please Hudson.”
