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That is what I want, but I’m moving too fast.
Her eyes widen at me, and I know I’ve gone too far. I’m asking too much.
Chapter 7
Adalee
What he’s asking of me is out of line.
I know this in my head.
On the other hand, my body is out of line, too, because that is precisely what I want to do right now: jump the bones of my best friend and let him raw dog me. That’s what I want too.
Do I really want to risk making a baby with him?
We stare at each other for a few brief moments. I appreciate the way he waits for me to answer. Not pushing.
Yes, not only do I want to risk it, I would have ten of his babies right now. I love him so much I can’t picture my life without him.
But we’re not ready. I live in a tiny RV. He lives in a little boat. My mother isn’t ready to be a grandmother, and my dad—god, I don’t even want to think about what my dad is doing right now.
“I…I have to go.”
With that, I bolt into the living area and shove my clothes back on my body.
“Wait!” Hudson cries.
But I don’t wait. I can’t wait. I have to get off this barge before I do something incredibly dumb just because, at the moment, I would love nothing more than some bare-ass peen. And I do want that. God. It sounds amazing. But no, I have to go. Step away and think about what’s in my virtual shopping cart before I place that order.
I shove on my shoes and stumble out onto the deck, then shriek at what I see.
Nothing. Some blinking lights off in the darkness. I swivel around in circles, but it’s more of the same. The waves lapping the boat, rocking the vessel gently in the night breeze.
I shriek again. “Hudson!”
“Frenchie, are you okay?!” He bounds up to the deck, half-dressed. “Baby, what’s wrong—“
He sees all of the nothingness, and his hands grasp the sides of his head in shock. “Oh fuck. We’re at sea!”
I wave my hands in the air helplessly. “You think??”
“Where are we?”
I goggle at him. “How the fuck should I know?”
Once Hudson is over the shock, he doubles over. “Babe.”
“What?” I ask, my hand on my hips.
He’s laughing, but I don’t find anything about this funny.
“We rocked the boat so hard we floated out to sea!”
I shout, “Maybe someone forgot to tether the boat to the dock. Did you forget that, Hudson?”
He stops laughing and scratches his head. “I don’t think I forgot to do that today. Hell, I fasten so much rope on any given day, it’s automatic. It makes no sense.”
Anxiety rolls around in my stomach. “I’m going to be sick.”
