Page 89 of Georgia-Blue & Hudson

I flush again. Oh God, not her too. I mean, is my aura really conveying the fact I lost my V-card just a few days ago and that Hudson and I have been at it ever since?

Here I was thinking I'm doing a good job of being incognito and everyone’s telling me how different I look.

“Different?” I pop and eyebrow. “You try spending five days with Hudson Nash and then tell me you’re not forever changed.”

Her eyes narrow as she slides in opposite me and Aunt May reappears, slipping us the menus and heads back to the counter to serve another customer. “Don’t play coy with me, missy. Youtext me to say things were going well on the weekend, just how well did they go since you told me nothing.”

I bite my lip. I mean, I’m here to spill the tea. It’s not like I can keep news this big from my best friend. We’ve been through so much together. “Is it really that obvious?”

Her eyes twinkle. “It is a little, you’re shining like a sunbeam.”

I don’t know how that can be. I’ve felt nothing but deflation since Hudson left me at my casita. Maybe I’m inwardly glowing, I’m not sure.

“I am?”

“Georgia, spill!” She squeals, sliding her purse from her shoulder and settling into the seat. “What the hell went on in Florida?”

I quickly assess the area around us, but there’s only a few tables over on the far side and it’s nobody I know. My gaze shifts back to hers and I lean in over the table.

“Umm, well, you could say Hudson Nash happened.”

She raises her eyebrows. “Oh, George, did you and he?—”

I press my lips firmly together as we stare at each other.

“You did it?” she whisper-shouts.

I nod because it’s useless even trying to deny it. “I finally got laid, Cece. Virginity lost.”

She slaps a hand over her mouth as her eyes bug wide just as Aunt May pops back over to take our order. I giggle as Celeste tries to act normal and compose herself for a second. We haven’t even looked at the menu but we each order a club sandwich, a choc chip muffin, alemon bar and coffee. “I can’t believe this!” Her eyes are wide as Aunt May leaves.

“Tell me about it.”

“Tell me everything bit by bit, slowly. I need to digest all the tea.”

I sigh and sit back in my seat. I mean, where do I start? The beach on the first day? Hudson in his suit? Our wild weekend where neither of us came up for air?

Everything tumbles out from Ronnie Templeton trying to hit on me and Hudson telling him to take a hike. Then our dance and the flirty conversation. And how we didn’t go back to our perspective rooms separately.

Celeste sits back wide-eyed and in wonder when I’m done. “I can’t believe it.” She shakes her head.

“I know, me either, if I’m being honest.”

“And?” she prompts, waiting in anticipation for me to spit it out.

“Well, he was amazing, Cece. Let’s just say he knows what he’s doing and not just the sex, which was amazing. He really took care of me the entire weekend.”

“No fighting or insulting one another?”

“I didn’t say that.”

She stares at me wordlessly, then says, “I can’t believe Hudson Nash is your first. I’m stunned, and a little peeved you didn’t tell me the deets any earlier!”

“I’m sorry,” I whisper. “But we barely left the hotel room.”

“Oh God.”

I giggle. “He’s a stud through and through, I’m not even joking. I know enough to know that part. I could barely walk the next day.”

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