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But I think … I think I might find the right time to say them soon.
44
SUMMER
“Hudson! Get back on the couch!”
“But I want to help,” he protests.
I pucker my lips and narrow my eyes sternly. “The whole point of you being here is for you to not do anything and rest your ankle. Now back to the couch.” I poise one hand on my hip while using the other to point behind him, adding for emphasis, “Now.”
“Fine,” he grumbles, looking like a petulant teenager as he slowly turns and hobbles back to the couch.
Yesterday Hudson sprained his ankle during practice. It’s nothing serious, but he’s going to miss at least the next game, and the team physicians have insisted that he stay off it as much as possible for the next couple days.
I finish up doing the dishes in the kitchen, now and then glancing at Hudson who’s eyeing me with a kind of peevishness that makes me fight a smile.
Who but Hudson would be genuinely upset about not being allowed to help with the dishes? The guy just can’t stand to let me do any chore or task on my own without helping.
It’s an endearing trait most of the time, but not when I’m trying to keep his body from falling apart.
Getting him to take it easy during sex has been another … interesting challenge. He’s usually so energetic and kinetic in the bedroom, he’s not used to laying back and not being in control.
This morning, though, I was able to find one activity that makes him perfectly happy to lie flat on his back and not move his leg one bit: riding his face.
The sight of Hudson’s mouth and jaw coated in the glistening wetness of my arousal is going to fuel many a late-night finger session. And some early-morning finger sessions. Some mid-afternoon finger sessions, too.
Suffice to say, I’ll be using it a lot when Hudson himself isn’t around.
With the dishes cleaned and stacked in the drying rack, I walk back to the couch. Hudson has his bad ankle propped on the armrest, and he scoots back against the back cushions, giving me room to lie snug against his chest.
“How do you feel about watching an old black and white movie? From, like, the thirties?” I ask.
The vibration of Hudson’s chuckle massages my back. “Sounds like something Sebastian would ask.”
“Olivia watched this movie for one of her film classes, called It Happened One Night. She’s been raving about it, said it was so cute and funny. I kinda wanna watch it now.”
“Let’s do it.”
I have to rent the movie on YouTube since it’s not on any of the streaming services Olivia and I have.
It actually is really funny and cute, and Hudson and I enjoy it a lot. It’s kind of got it all, really. Enemies to lovers. Opposites attract. The characters having to share a hotel room. I get a kick out of seeing all that in a black and white movie from almost a hundred years ago.
When the movie’s over, I yelp as Salsa unexpectedly jumps onto me and Hudson, who are now a jumbled mass of intertwined legs and arms. I thought she was still up in my room.
“Hey there, girl,” Hudson says, greeting the cat warmly and petting her as she settles on my hip. “You missed the movie. You would’ve liked it, too.”
“Wanna watch another movie with us, girl?” I ask Salsa. “Maybe something more artsy this time? Not only black and white, but with subtitles, too?”
Like she can understand me, she lets out a disapproving purr and hops down to the floor. She skedaddles back up to my room, but on her way, she nudges against a flimsy side table that stands next to the couch, causing a lamp placed on it to tip over onto the floor.
I untangle myself from Hudson and spring up from the couch to find the lamp itself intact, but shards of a broken lightbulb lying on the floor underneath it. If it fell just an inch to the left, it would’ve hit the living room area rug and probably been fine, but falling on the hardwood spelled the end for the poor bulb.
When I tell Hudson I’m going to get a brush and tray to clean up the broken glass—of course, he tries to get up and demands to “help.”
“No,” I say, firmly. “You get back on the couch, mister.”
Not heeding my command, Hudson’s already wincing as he lifts his bad ankle and tries to swing himself into a sitting position to stand up.
