Page 6 of Breaking Hudson

“I was planning to tell you how I feel tonight. You canceled on me, but I was still going to come over,” he says.

"How… how do you feel about me?” I ask timidly. Hudson walks around and pulls back the covers before getting into bed. He pats the bed beside me, and I sigh heavily before I lay with him. We are laying on our sides facing each other, and he is smiling softly at me. “So?”

“I think you should say what you think first,” he says.

“That’s not fair,” I frown.

“Humor me, Cole,” he says.

“Fine. I’m in love with you and it fucking hurts to be close but not close enough,” I say bluntly as tears well up. Maybe if I can scare him away, it will be easier. “I have this whole life built in my mind that I don’t think I’ll ever obtain. You will find some pretty little blonde to marry and I will have to just learn how to be alone.”

“I think I’d rather have a pretty little brunette in my bed,” he says softly as he twirls my mahogany brown hair around his finger.

“Hudson,” I sigh.

“Colette, honey. I’ve loved you since the day you punched me in the face on the playground,” Hudson says gently. “It’s always been you, Colette. It alwayswillbe you.”

“Please don’t mess with my head,” I say quietly. “Please don’t.”

“Come here, Cole,” he says. I move closer and he pulls me against his chest and lifts my chin. “I love you, Colette. I’m going to marry you someday, and I’ll put a baby in your belly. We will be together forever because we are soulmates, baby. I know we are.”

“Are you trying to breed me, river boy?” I ask with a sly smile.

“We’d make pretty babies,” he grins.

“A nerdy jock,” I laugh. “You know something, Huddy?”

“What’s that?”

“I love how no matter how bad of a day I’ve had, you can still make me smile,” I say. “Laying here with you… I can almost forget I was violently raped.”

“Are you feeling okay?” he asks.

“Yeah. No bleeding and I’m not sore,” I say. “I’m glad he used a condom, though.”

“I’m glad you slammed a nail into his brain,” he smirks.

“Am I going to go to jail for that?” I ask.

“From the sounds of it, they don’t want the police involved and whatever they have going on,” he says.

“You said there was a lot I don’t know. What do you mean?” I ask.

“I’ll explain tomorrow,” he says. “What can I do for you right now?”

“Fuck me,” I say, searching his face to see if I just fucked up.

“Girl… Don’t play with me. I’ll do it,” he says seriously.

“I need to get rid of the feeling of their hands on me,” I say. “I don’t like the memory of how he forced me to have an orgasm.They laughed and made fun of me… mocked me for crying… I need to get it out of my head, and I trust you with my thoughts. I don’t want to think about it.”

“I need you to understand a few things, okay?” he says.

“Which are?”

“The moment we do this, you have to stop pushing me away. You are not someone who is just a quick fuck, so it won’t be just a one-time thing,” he says. “I need you to be able to communicate with me, because I don’t want to hurt you.”

“How would you hurt me?” I ask. Hudson takes my hand and presses it against him. I thought his sweatpants didn’t hide anything, but I had no fucking idea just how big he is. He is unimaginably large.

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