Page 34 of Curvy Desire's Second Shot

“Are we ready now?” he asked, his voice soft but steady.

The question hung between us, the weight of it pressing against my chest. I looked at him, his eyes filled with a mix ofhope and fear, and I realized that I was done running. Done wondering. Done letting the past dictate my future.

“I think we are,” I said, my voice strong despite the tears that threatened to spill.

Hudson’s lips curved into a small, tentative smile, and he reached out, his fingers brushing against mine. It was a simple gesture, but it felt like a promise—a bridge between the past and the present.

The creek murmured softly in the background, its gentle rhythm steady and unchanging. For the first time in years, I felt like I could breathe.

The night we’d spent here as kids had been filled with questions, with uncertainty. But now, sitting here with Hudson, I felt something I hadn’t felt in a long time: hope. And it was enough. For now, it was enough.

Chapter Twenty-Four

Hudson

The apartment was quieter than usual when we got back from the park. The day had been a whirlwind of nostalgia and unspoken feelings, and the weight of it hung between us like a storm waiting to break. Naomi walked ahead of me, her steps slower than usual, as though she was lost in thought.

I closed the door behind us and locked it out of habit. She didn’t say anything as she shrugged off her jacket and draped it over the back of the couch. Her silence wasn’t the uncomfortable kind—it was the kind that made me think she was holding something back. And I couldn’t stop myself from wondering what was going through her mind.

“You okay?” I asked, watching her carefully.

She turned to face me, her eyes soft but searching. “Yeah,” she said, her voice quieter than usual. “Just... thinking.”

“About?” I asked, stepping closer.

Her gaze dropped for a moment, and she ran her fingers through her hair, a nervous habit I’d noticed she did when she wasn’t sure what to say. “Us,” she admitted finally, her voice barely above a whisper.

The single word hit me like a freight train. Us. It felt like the ground beneath my feet shifted, like everything I’d been holding back was suddenly threatening to spill over. I took another step toward her, close enough now that I could see the faint flush in her cheeks, the way her breathing quickened.

“What about us?” I asked, my voice low.

She met my gaze then, her eyes shining with a mix of vulnerability and something else—something I’d been wanting to see for longer than I cared to admit. “I don’t know,” she said, shaking her head slightly. “I just... I keep thinking about what we could’ve been. What we still could be.”

Her words undid me. I reached out before I could stop myself, my fingers brushing against her cheek. She didn’t pull away. Instead, she leaned into my touch, her eyes fluttering closed for a moment.

“Naomi,” I said, my voice rough. “You don’t have to keep wondering.”

Her eyes snapped open, and the look she gave me was enough to shatter whatever walls I’d been holding up. I closed the distance between us in one step, my hand sliding to the back of her neck as I pulled her closer. Her breath hitched, and then our lips met, the kiss soft at first, hesitant, like we were testing the waters.

But then something shifted. The hesitation melted away, replaced by a fire that had been simmering beneath the surface for far too long. Her hands fisted in my shirt, pulling me closer as the kiss deepened, growing more desperate with each passing second.

“Hudson,” she whispered against my lips, her voice trembling.

I pulled back just enough to look at her, my forehead resting against hers. “Tell me to stop,” I said, my voice barely steady. “If this isn’t what you want, tell me now.”

Her hands tightened on my shirt, and she shook her head. “Don’t stop,” she said, her voice firm despite the tremor in it. “I want this. I want you.”

The words were all I needed. I kissed her again, harder this time, my hands sliding down her back to pull her closer. She fit against me perfectly, her warmth, her softness, everything about her making me feel like I was on fire.

We stumbled toward the couch, our movements frantic, fueled by the weight of everything we’d been holding back. I sat down, pulling her onto my lap, her legs straddling mine as our kisses grew deeper, more urgent. My hands roamed her sides, tracing the curves I’d admired for so long, and her soft moan against my lips sent a jolt of heat through me.

“Naomi,” I murmured, my lips trailing down her neck, tasting the salt of her skin.

Her fingers tangled in my hair, tugging just enough to send sparks shooting down my spine. “Hudson,” she breathed, her voice a mix of need and desperation.

The sound of my name on her lips was enough to undo me. I shifted, guiding her down onto the cushions as I hovered over her, my hands braced on either side of her head. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, her lips parted as she stared up at me, her eyes dark with desire.

“Are you sure?” I asked, my voice hoarse.

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