Page 80 of Celebrities Don't Date Bookworms

Would you rather keep making subtle tweets about each other without expressing your real feelings?

Sloane

If it means I don't have to say anything

Then yes

Megan

You're ridiculous

Sloane

And you don't really have a foot to stand on here

I was happy to see when I went back over to her tweet that the mention of Hudson hadbeen buried in the thread of all her cheerleader friends giving their own tips. Hopefully, nobody would notice it—especially anybody who knew us.

One day, everyone would know. But that day wasn’t today.

“This is not your house.”

“I promise you it is.”

I shook my head as I looked at the expansive mansion in front of me. Even calling it a house seemed wrong. It was more like a palace. I shouldn’t have been surprised, considering I knew the area he lived in and how much money he must have been making, but I still couldn’t believe it now that I was actually standing here.

“No way,” I repeated.

“Come on,” Hudson said. He grabbed my hand and pulled me inside. I barely got the chance to look around before he pulled me up the stairs and down the hall.

“Wait, I want to look around,” I said.

“Shh, I don’t know who’s in the house!” Hudson said. He pushed me into a room, looking around the hallway as he did so, then slammed the door shut behind us. “I don’t want any of the boys seeing that I brought you up here.”

“Don’t want them getting suspicious?” I asked, wrapping my arms around his neck and looking upinto his eyes. His hands landed on my hips, almost sliding into my jeans’ back pockets.

“Definitely not,” he murmured. He tilted his head forward, resting it against mine. Our noses brushed against each other, tickling me a little.

“So…” I said. “What do you think we can do without them hearing?”

“I think we could manage something,” Hudson whispered. He pushed me backward, and I squealed in surprise as I fell onto his queen-sized bed. His sheets were silky and smooth. For a second, I felt like I would slide off, but then Hudson was basically on top of me, his lips pressed against mine.

“I like this idea,” I murmured.

“Me too,” he whispered back. He cupped his hand on my face and kept kissing me. His mouth tasted minty again, and it made me wonder whether he was always chewing on gum or if he was prepared for me to come by doing so. Either way, I wasn’t complaining.

We moved up the bed so I could lie on the pillows instead of the bed. The pillows were in a bit of an awkward vertical position, though, so I had to push a couple of them to the side so they were out of the way. I thought it was a good enough plan until I heard something crash to the floor. Hudson broke away from me and looked up.

“What was that?” I asked.

“The pillow just knocked my lamp over,” Hudson said. “It’s fine.”

“Okay,” I said. He seemed unconcernedabout it, so I trusted him. “Back to our regularly scheduled programming?”

Hudson smiled and leaned toward me again. Before he reached me, though, both of our phones dinged loudly. Hudson sighed and sat up.

“I’m guessing that’s the group chat,” he said. He grabbed his phone from the end of the bed, and I did the same. Before looking at the group chat, I quickly set it to silent. If things continued the way they were going, I didn’t really want to be interrupted every couple of seconds by my phone going off. “Oh, crap.”

“What?”

---