Page 164 of Beautiful Collide

If I could do this every day, I will, and hopefully soon, I can.

For a second, we don’t move.

“That was amazing.”

“Well, since I’m pretty sure the Elvis marriage counts as binding until we officially annul it, we might as well keep doing this. Aren’t you so happy you’re stuck with me?”

Molly groans again, but this time, she’s laughing as she does it. “God help me.”

I stand and head to the bathroom, then grab a towel and run some water on it before returning and wiping her off.

She takes the towel from my hand. “You don’t have to do that.”

“I want to. I like taking care of you.”

“For now,” she says, but her tone has no bite.

I grin. “You adore me.”

“Hardly,” she shoots back, but she’s smiling as she says it.

And for now, that’s enough.

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Molly

Did that just happen?

We’re back on the plane, and I can’t believe how different things are now.

It’s funny how much has changed since the beginning of the playoffs.

Back then, I didn’t want to sit next to Hudson. Now, I’m praying he’ll take the seat next to me.

The roar of jet engines fills the cabin as I settle into my seat on the chartered plane. I stare at every single person who walks on the plane and wonder . . . do they know?

They can’t know. Right? Hudson and I have been ridiculously careful. Or at least, as careful as two impulsive idiots who got drunk and married in Vegas can be.

I’m overthinking. It’s obvious I am, but I can’t stop myself from doing it despite knowing I’m allowing my intrusive thoughts to have a field day.

No one here knows what happened in Vegas.

No one knows I’m married to Hudson Wilde.

Married.

The word still makes me queasy.

I married my brother’s best friend.

Jeez, this sounds like a plotline for one of the romance novels Josie is always trying to convince me to read. I don’t need to read them now. I’m living it, Elvis ceremony and all.

How is this my life?

It’s fine.Totally fine.

Nothing to see here.

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