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Wiggling my hands out from between our bodies, I brush over his face and hair until he crawls further up. His eyes are full of emotions and close briefly as I trace over his eyebrows, down his nose, and finally across his lips. They are soft and automatically open as I touch them with my fingers. It’s not a big movement, but it has my heartbeat accelerating like crazy.

When his eyes open lazily, he studies me in this quiet and serene moment. “I can’t tell you how incredibly happy you make me.”

I smile at him—a big, wide, beaming smile—hoping it silently tells him all the crazy feelings my heart is trying to express. “I think I have a pretty good idea because you make me just as happy.”

Brushing his nose against mine, he whispers his first, “I love you,” before capturing my lips in a deep kiss, showing me for the rest of the evening just how much I mean to him.

Chapter Thirty-Six

“You’re so incredibly beautiful.”Hudson’s raspy voice tickles my neck from behind as I stretch like a cat.

Opening my eyes slowly—a huge grin on my face—I look back to see him propped up on one side, giving me the absolute best smile I could ever ask for. Waking up next to this gorgeous man never gets old, bringing a flurry of emotions with it every single morning. The last few days since our “love talk,” as I like to call it, have been absolutely blissful—perfect, really.

I can’t remember ever feeling this happy before.

“Good morning.” I blink at him, my eyes still needing a moment to fully wake up. My body is quite the opposite, already tingling in all the right places as his hands start wandering down my body and under the blankets. Shaking my head, I chuckle. “You’re insatiable.”

“When it comes to you, absolutely. There’s nothing better than having you under me, on top of me, or any other way I can have you—morning, noon, and night.” He winks at me, probably feeling really smug.

Can’t argue with that, though.

Being with Hudson feels like nothing I’ve ever felt. I’m close to the point of admitting I didn’t even know what it meant to be intimate with someone before him—but it’s silly and a little embarrassing to say that out loud, so I keep that little realization to myself. He’s made such a big impression on me and my life—allowing me to enjoy the simplest things, just because everything is so much more fun with him by my side.

Raising my eyebrows at him, I start to push myself up on all fours and slowly crawl over until I’m hovering above him. “Oh yeah, is that so?”

That’s another thing that has changed dramatically. I’ve started to be more confident and take things more into my own hands, so to speak. He spurs me on even more with the way he looks at me, especially when he does that little growl, right before he can’t take it anymore and pulls me close to him.

Having his eyes darken with lust—just like right now—is a confidence booster like nothing else. I throw my leg over him, straddling him lazily while his hands roam up my legs and stop at my butt.

A moment later, he pulls me down onto him, groaning into my neck. “You’re so damn sexy, you’re driving me absolutely insane.”

I lean in for a kiss, and our lips starting to move together in perfect sync when Mirabelle’s babbling comes across the monitor. I close my eyes, as both Hudson and I groan in frustration.

He kisses me one more time before rolling us over so he’s above me. “I love that girl, but sometimes her timing sucks. Good thing I got my fair share of you last night, or I’d be really bummed right now.” Looking at the baby monitor, he reaches past me to the nightstand to turn it off. “Why don’t you go and get ready while I grab Miss Mira and make us something to eat?”

“Would you really?” I give him a big smile, feeling like I could explode with happiness. “You’re the best, thank you.”

“It’s nothing. Let’s get ready, and then we can have a relaxed breakfast together.”

I nod. “Sounds great.”

“See you in a few.” One more kiss and he hops off the bed, my eyes following his every move as he leisurely walks over to the door in just his shorts. Before he slips out, he turns around one more time. “Hurry up, sweetheart, there’s something I wanted to show you.”

Begrudgingly, I get up a moment later, walking over to the en suite bathroom we’ve been sharing. It’s a huge bathroom, almost as big as my tiny—and ridiculously expensive—apartment in New York used to be. It’s easily big enough for both of us and then some, and I smile as I make my way over to the tiled walk-in shower to turn on the water.

When the temperature is good, I take off my pajamas and step under the warm water sprays. Several showerheads surround me, making this feel more like a spa experience than just a normal shower. My thoughts go to Hudson almost automatically, since he’s quickly become one of my favorite things to think about—no matter if he’s around or not. I’m still trying to wrap my head around how things have changed between us.

My mind can’t help itself, jumping back to Sebastian and how different things were with him. I don’t think I’ve ever realized how much was truly missing in our relationship until I met Hudson. It’s so easy to dismiss relationships in general—especially after practically seeing every single one of my family members ever had fall apart—but now, I finally see things in a different light.

Now, I know all it takes is finding the right person.

A person that makes you—the real you, not someone you pretend to be—smile and happy at heart, even on bad days.

This euphoric feeling of being in love with someone that’s right for you feels like magic. It’s cloaking me in some sort of bewitched haze that makes me smile like a moron almost nonstop.

It also feels like my heart might explode at any moment, and I welcome both sensations with open arms.

Once I’m dressed, I go downstairs, coming up short when I enter the kitchen and see that Hudson and Mirabelle have a little party going on. Hudson is singing along to the music while Mirabelle is hopping in her little bouncer—in sync with the music, giggling almost uncontrollably every time Hudson leans down to directly sing to her.

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