Page 80 of Georgia-Blue & Hudson

“I get it, Huds, I’m not a child. I wish everyone would stop babying me like I am.”

His face softens. “We should talk about what happens when we leave.”

Here we go.

“Let me save you the drama.” I shove my glasses up my nose so he can’t see my eyes. “We fuck while we’re here to get away with it, and when we get back home, we act like it never happened.”

There’s a long pause, enough for me to turn my gaze to find his.

“That’s what should happen,” he says eventually. Is it just me, or does he sound uncertain?

Is he uncertain because he regrets it, or because he’s worried about my stupid brothers?

Honestly, being the youngest — and a girl — has done me absolutely no favors what-so-ever. Nobody treats Beau like this, and he’s half an hour older than me!

“Should?” I grab a fry and wave it at him. “Are you having regrets?” It’s a double-ended question. It could mean regrets about last night, or regrets about us not being able to touch each other when we get back.

I have no clue as to what is going on in Hudson’s brain right now, I may be able to pick up on signs, but he’s not exactly an open book.

I do know he spooned me last night. His arms wrapped around me in a cocoon and I’ll treasure it for the rest of my life. Okay, maybe that’s dramatic. But he took my virginity, it’s not like I’m not gonna hold a special place in my heart for him now and forever. Even if nothing comes of it…Ouch.I clearly didn’t think any of this through, because now that I’ve had him, the ‘not’ having him could prove to be my downfall.

His hand still lingers on my knee and it doesn’t do anything to quash the rush of feelings going on inside me. Nor does it quench my suddenly wide-awake libido. I’m hungry for him like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. How am I going to go back home, acting like we’re nothing after this? My overactive brain goes into a tailspin, but the rational part deep inside tells me toenjoy this. Take it for what it is; it’s not like Hudson is offering anything more than a roll in the hay.

“I regret a lot of things in my life, GB,” he says after a long bout of silence. “But not this. I don’t like lyin’ to your brothers, especially Gray, and your dad... that’s another matter. Maybe I should feel some remorse over what I’ve done?—”

“Whatwe’vedone.”

He looks up from where his thumb strokes my knee, then pulls his hand away. I grab onto it quickly. “George.” He sounds almost pained.

“Hudson, don’t do this. I didn’t expect hearts and flowers, and I know we can’t continue this when we get back.”Correct me at any time…“So we should just enjoy these last few days together. Like you said, nobody has to know, and it can be our little secret.”

“I don’t think I said that.”

“Maybe I’m the influencer?”

He snorts. “Nah. You’re not fooling anyone.”

We both laugh and then simultaneously fall silent.

He clears his throat and I frown.

“Hudson?” I prompt. “What’s wrong?”

He takes a long breath and shakes his head. “Nothin’, eat your fries, we’ll go for a swim and we can take a walk downtown.”

He’s so fucking dreamy.

I cock a brow. “You’re not letting me out of your sight, are you?”

He enraptures me with that smile I know and love. Love being the operative word.Shut up! You do not love him or his smile.I swallow hard. Shit. Shit.Shit!Okay, feelings are mounting, heart palpitations starting and throat thickening.Pull it together!

“Not a chance, especially with that dickface hanging around from the wedding.”

“He’s probably half-way back to the rock he crawled out from.”

I shove three fries into my mouth at once, then push one into Hudson's mouth. Of course, like a typical guy, he can pretty much eat whatever he wants and not worry about it. I don’t eat much fried food, but since I’m on vacation, I’ll cut myself a little slack.

When I slide off the lounger and adjust my bikini bottoms, Hudson’s eyes are on me. I don’t have to be a genius to know what he’s thinking. He wants it. So maybe I’ll just make him work for it.

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