Page 121 of Beautiful Collide

I dart my gaze to Hudson, who doesn’t seem bothered by what’s transpiring. He just sits there, without a care in the world, casually flipping through the menu.

Must be nice.

Me, on the other hand?

It feels like I’ve stepped out onto a stage naked.

“You know what you want?” Dane asks me.

For a second, I don’t understand what he’s asking, but then I remember the menu in my hand.

Duh, Molly.

I glance down at it and immediately regret it.

As if the tension in the room isn’t already enough.

I could cut it with a knife. But the world is out to get me because this damn menu—I blush at the options.

I want to crawl back into my bed and ask for a do-over.

Whoever named the dishes at this restaurant was clearly in a mood.

And that mood?

Horny.

Very horny.

The options are absurd.

The Morning Wood—a loaded breakfast sandwich.

The Thirst Trap—a mimosa flight.

Buns and Sausage—self-explanatory and mortifying.

Please, universe, let the ground open up and swallow me because I can’t possibly order one of these right now.

I clear my throat, scanning the menu for something—anything—that doesn’t sound like a dirty joke. “Uh, I’ll just have the . . . Sunrise Bowl.”

“God, you’re boring,” Mason mutters, earning a glare from Dane. Gotta love my protective brother. Mason smirks. “I’ll have some Morning Wood.”

Idiot.

“What about you, Hudson?” Cassidy asks, grinning. “Let me guess. Buns and Sausage?”

I nearly choke on my coffee, and of course, Hudson doesn’t miss a beat, setting down his menu with a smirk that is way too condescending for this ungodly hour of the morning.

“Tempting,” he says, his eyes flicking toward me. “But I think I’ll go with Mason. The Morning Wood. Sounds . . . filling.”

Mason snorts.

Dane groans.

And me?

I set my cup down way too hard, causing the coffee to spill. “You’re all children.”

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