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“So,” she hesitates and tucks her legs up underneath herself. “Do you get the Hallmark channel here, King?”
Fuck me. It’s going to be a long night.
MADDIE
Hudson has four bedrooms upstairs, besides the master. I walked by each one on my way to the shower, so I knew they were there before I got comfortable on the couch last night. I also knew I should have excused myself and gone to bed in one of them when my eyes got heavy after the first half ofHarry Potter and The Sorcerer’s Stone. Apparently, Hudson gets every channelexceptthe Hallmark channel. ButHarry Potteris my favorite movie franchise, so I ignored my body begging me for a bed and my brain telling me I should probably have sat on the opposite end of the sectional, far away from the ridiculously sexy man I was here to help. Luckily, even I knew that was ridiculous, and I convinced myself to stay right where I was. I could go to bed after Harry, Hermione, and Ron saved the day.
Only I never made it to that scene.
The last thing I remember was Hudson tugging a big cream blanket from the back of the couch and forcing me to share the softest blanket I’d ever snuggled under with him. I thought about saying no. I considered going to bed, like a coward with her tail between her legs. Then Cinder curled up between the two of us and surprised me when she rubbed up against the man who causes butterflies to take flight in my belly.
He ran his hand down her back, and to my complete surprise, she let him.
Traitor.
I was jealous of the cat.
Friend, Madison. He’s a friend.That mantra played over and over in my mind while I overanalyzed the space between us. It wasn’t like I was staying in the family room. He was planning on sleeping on the couch... I wasn’t.
What do they say about the best laid plans?
Stupid plans.
Those beautiful windows I loved yesterday really suck when the sun shines blindingly through them first thing in the morning. Definitely more effective than any alarm clock I’ve ever set. But once the light wakes me up, it only takes seconds to realize where I slept last night. Because right now, my head isn’t resting on a soft pillow. Nope. It’s resting on a hard body.
I scrunch my eyes closed tightly, not ready to face the humiliation of admitting that not only did I fall asleep, but I also managed to rest my freaking face against Hudson’s thigh.
I peak quickly through my lids, then slam them shut again.
Yup. Right next to his...Ohmygod...
Hudson is completely reclined, sleeping on his back with his arms tucked behind his head, and I’m practically molesting him with my face inches from his dick.Inches.
I never even sleep through the night. Daphne used to tease me about it in college. I’m a ridiculously light sleeper. Constantly moving while growing up did that to me. Always sharing a room with new people. Never trusting anyone. I hear everything.
How...?How...? How did I let this happen?
“You’re thinking really hard down there, Mads. Stop. It’s too early for that shit.” Humiliation burns my skin while Hudson’s raspy, sleepy voice puts a halt to my spiraling thoughts. He shifts beneath me, and I thank God I’m at least not lying on his hurt leg, as his big palm runs over my hair and down my back.
Amazingly, I resist the urge to jerk away and instead push up slowly, like I’m not a psychopath who hates to be touched. Because for some reason, I don’thateit when he does it. His warm palm settles on my back, and I sit up. “Sorry. I meant to go to bed last night. I can’t believe...”
“Maddie, relax.” Hudson’s dark eyes soften as they search my face. “It’s not a big deal.” Yeah, to him I guess it wouldn’t be. This man has probably slept with more women than I’ll know in a lifetime.
“Of course.” I shake off that horrific thought and the stabby urges that come with it and stand, only to be stopped when Hudson grabs my hand. My eyes snap to his fingers against my skin, and he drops it immediately.
“I was just gonna say thank you for your help last night.”
“No problem.” At least none I’m going to tell him about. “Are you hungry? I can make you breakfast.” I know the words spilling from my lips are rushed and shaky, but there’s nothing I can do to control them.
“Nah. I’m good. Just a little sore.”
I tug the blanket from his body to look at his knee, but instead my eyes lock on the impressive bulge tenting his sweats. Holy...wow.
I force my eyes back to his knee. The swelling is down from last night. “Let me get you some peas, so you can ice your knee before you start moving around.” I can only imagine what kind of lunatic I look like when I bolt from the room.
I hate this.
I’m not this person.
