Page 247 of Beautiful Collide

“Proof.”

“Proof of what?” I raise a brow.

“That you’re stuck with me. I’m not going anywhere, Hex. Not now, not ever.”

A laugh bubbles up, and I rest my forehead on his chest. “You’re such a pain in the ass.”

“And you’re my favorite bad luck charm.”

I laugh again, the sound light and free, and for the first time in years, I feel like I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be. With him.Always with him.

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Hudson

Mason:Yo, TMZ says you’re back in Redville, Hudson. That can’t be true because I’m your best friend, and you would’ve told me. Right?

Aiden:TMZ, huh? Always a credible source.

Hudson:. . .

Dane:?? Busted.

Mason:UNREAL. You’re really back? And you didn’t say anything? Traitor.

Hudson:Relax. It’s not that deep.

Mason:Not that deep?! I thought we had something special.

Dane:Mason’s probably crying into his protein shake right now.

Aiden:Someone cue the sad violin music.

Mason:Screw all of you. I’d NEVER keep secrets like this. Right, Hudson?

Hudson:??

Dane:Deflecting? Interesting.

Mason:Don’t change the subject. Hudson, hop on Xbox. I’m feeling generous enough to let you win once tonight.

Hudson:Can’t. Busy.

Mason:What kind of lame excuse is that?

Hudson:Molly wants to hang out.

Aiden:?? Oh my God, he really said that.

Mason:Dude. DUDE. You’re officially one of those guys.

Dane:He’s domesticated. Newlywed syndrome in full swing.

Mason:Next thing we know, he’ll be baking sourdough bread and watching HGTV.

Hudson:You fuckers are ridiculous.

Aiden:Admit it, Hudson. You’ve been tamed. Molly’s got you doing dishes and lighting scented candles.

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