Page 142 of Beautiful Collide

“Yeah.” I grin. “But I’m your moron.”

She groans, shoving me back against the cushions. “You’re impossible.”

“Yet you’re still here,” I point out, laughing.

She doesn’t reply, but the faint smile on her lips is enough to tell me I’m not entirely wrong.

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Hudson

Hudson:I’m officially out of jail. Thank fuck we won this round. Coach says I’m free to roam the world again.

Molly:Did you have to do someone a “favor,” or did they let you out for good behavior?

Hudson:No favor. Just my natural charm and undeniable greatness.

Molly:Ah, so theyfinallygave up trying to fix you.

Hudson:Or they realized they can’t hold me back. I’m like a majestic bird, Hex. You can’t cage this.

Molly:More like a stubborn pigeon that keeps wandering into traffic.

Hudson:Amajesticpigeon, thank you very much.

Molly:Sure, Wilde. Congrats on being a free man again. Try not to embarrass yourself in public this time.

Hudson:Who, me? Never. I’m a role model now.

Molly:That’s horrifying.

Hudson:You’re just jealous.

Molly:Keep telling yourself that, jailbird.

Hudson:??

Molly:What is that?

Hudson:A pigeon. For accuracy.

Molly:?? You’re impossible.

Hudson:Hmm . . . yet you keep texting me back.

Molly:It’s called charity work.

Hudson:Admit it, you’d miss me if I ever went to real jail.

Molly:I’d survive.

Hudson:Liar.

Molly:?? Whatever. Don’t do anything stupid.

Hudson:Can’t make any promises.

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