Page 87 of Celebrities Don't Date Bookworms

“Are you ready?” Hudson asked.

“I’ve been ready for five minutes.”

“Three, two…” He didn’t bother to say one as he took his hands off my eyes and let me take in the sight. Igasped in delight. The patio furniture was completely wrapped in twinkle lights, illuminating the night sky. In the middle of the circle of soft benches was an already lit bonfire. Hudson grabbed my hand and pulled me to one of the benches and picked up the blanket from it, wrapping it around my shoulders.

“Happy six-month anniversary,” he whispered.

“Happy six months,” I replied. I brushed a hand through his hair. “This is so sweet, Bay.”

“I thought you might like it.” He ran a thumb over my lip like he was considering kissing me but was holding back. “Tell me a secret.”

“I don’t hate your band anymore.”

Hudson rested his forehead against mine. “Is that your way of saying you love me?”

“I love you, average teen boy,” I murmured. “Your secret?”

“I love you too, average all-American girl.” He kissed me, soft and sweet. “And I can’t wait to write a thousand songs about you.”

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