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Hudson: You talking about me?
Lex: No. Hope brought it up at lunch today
Hudson: You wound me
Lex: I try
Hudson: Lol you still have the same sarcastic humor
Lex: You bring it out
Hudson: I’ll take that as a compliment
Lex: Whatever you want
Hudson: So dinner when I get back. You and me, no excuses. I arrive on Wed. Are you free Thurs?
Lex: I close the studio at eight. Why don’t we do Saturday?
Hudson: Because I don’t want to wait to see you
I stare at his message while my heart thunders. Is he serious? Could it be that Hudson never got over me either? All this time, I was sure he had moved on, found someone else who would fit his lifestyle, and be accepted by his parents.
Hudson: Hello? Did I lose you?
Lex: Sorry no. I’m here. Thursday works
Hudson: Good. I can’t wait to see you, Lex
Lex: Yea…
Hudson: “I can’t wait to see you either, Hudson”
Hudson: Wow thanks. I’m so glad you’re also excited
Lex: Ha-ha
Hudson: Don’t ruin my fantasy
Lex: Never
Hudson: I’ll see you Wed
Lex: Thursday
Hudson: Sure, whatever you think *wink emoji*
I roll my eyes, but a huge smile has conquered my face. He’s definitely making it a point to show me he’s thinking about me, and I love every second of it. It doesn’t erase the pain of the past, but holding resentment only makes me miserable. I now have no doubt he’ll show up at the studio on Wednesday. The idea of seeing him sooner than I thought makes my entire body buzz, and butterflies fly rampant in my belly.
I was naïve if I thought I could see Hudson again and not feel an ounce of emotions. If I thought I could look at him in the eyes and feel indifference. I’ve always been weak when it comes to him, and I don’t hate it. He gets me. At least, he used to get me. If he’s back in my life, I owe it to myself to see if there’s something deep that still sits between us.
Lex, you’re in deep trouble. If I feel this way after a few text message conversations and a dance in the snow, once he brings out his charms, I’ll be putty in his hands.
″Alexa, turn off these feelings,” I call out in the studio and drop my head against the wooden barre in the dance room.
″I can’t find a device under the name These Feelings,” Alexa responds like the trained AI she is, but even she can’t find a solution to the mess in my head. Considering we have the same name, it’s like I’m talking to myself. I laugh at her response and shake my head.
I scramble when I hear a knock on the door and move toward it to unlock it.
