Page 75 of Hart Breaker

“Such bullshit,” she fakes annoyance.

Hudson:

And your brownies. Truth, I stole three on my way out. Don’t be pissed. They were so good, Brooksie. But everything you sprinkle your magic on tastes damn good. I bet my dick tastes fucking awesome right now.

Hudson:

I’m not saying I want you to suck my dick, or that I wanna suck my own dick, but I won’t lie and say I would give it a lick to prove my theory if I were flexible enough.

Hudson:

Boy, did that go off the rail.

Hudson:

I’d love to say I’m better than this in public, but straight up, I don’t know. Guess we’ll see in Jersey.

Hudson:

That is if you still wanna go after all this … Fuck, what is wrong with me? Brooksie, give me a little love if you’re reading these.

I know I should, but … another pops up.

Hudson:

If you’re asleep and see this message first, delete the fucking text chain.

I laugh out loud, and Lo shoves off the bed and literally stomps into the bathroom.

“Oh my God, I’m sorry, but?—”

“No, nope, that’s … fucking fine.”

I watch his bubbles bounce and find myself on the edge of my seat, excited to see what he says next.

Hudson:

Okay, little Brooks just sent me a message saying it’s rude to text you, especially since you wouldn’t let her read them when she’s there. So, yeah, I know you’re getting these.

“You sent him a text!” I yell, laughing at her.

“Well, you won’t listen to me,” she says then flushes the toilet.

Hudson:

Not even going to apologize. I meant what I said, even about wishing I was more flexible.

Hudson:

And overthinking us.

Hudson:

Like I said, epic/unstoppable.

I can’t help it, I let it all out and belly laugh. And yeah, I swoon a little bit, too.

“You two can suck it.” Lo walks out and dives over me to her side. “And I hope you choke on your happy.”

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