Page 53 of Say You Love Me

“Don’t play coy with me, Hudson James. I know you saw me that night.”

I take another swig of my beer. “And?”

“Is everything okay between you and Finity?”

I decide to give her as little explanation as possible. It’s none of her business anyway. “Everything is good. Thanks for asking.” I attempt to get up, but again she grabs my arm, pulling me back.

“You know I saw her that night, don’t pretend you don’t. How could she do that to you? And right in front of you too.” She removes the grip of her fingers around my arm and places her hand on my shoulder. “You must be a mess. I would never treat you like that.”

I snort. “You have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“So you were fine with that man’s hands all over her?”

Involuntarily, my head jerks. “Yes,” I bark.

Ava’s eyes narrow and I glance to where the silhouette of Liam is visible out the window.

“Don’t worry, I haven’t said anything to him.” She looks down coyly, or at least, what I guess she assumes is coyly. Ava is far from shy. “So do you two have an open marriage or something?” Her hand moves from my shoulder to my thigh. She uses the leverage to shuffle even closer. She’s almost sitting in my lap now.

“Ava,” I warn.

“What?” She blinks at me innocently, as though she’s unaware of where her hand and knee are placed. I want to say my body doesn’t notice, but that would be a lie. My dick stiffens. All it feels is the closeness of another person. It doesn’t seem to care who it is.

She leans closer. The material of her top is stretched across her bare breasts and I can just make out the darkness of her areolas.

“Shit, Ava.” I jerk myself upwards, not caring that I tip her from me. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

She looks up from between dark eyelashes. “Nothing we haven’t done before.”

“That was years ago and it didn’t go that far.”

“It went far enough that I’ve never stopped thinking about it.” She gets to her feet, coming to stand in front of me. She’s a lot shorter than Finity and she keeps looking up and down, as though she’s hesitant, as though she’s unaware the effect she’s having over my stupid body’s reactions.

“Does that mean you can fuck anyone you want too?”

“She didn’t fuck him,” I snap. As though it matters. As though it isn’t what I want. As though it’s something I haven’t dreamed about.

Without warning her hand snakes up my thigh and palms my hardness. I back away, straight into the wall. She’s pressed against me, eyes wide and full of longing, tongue darting over her lips.

“Your brother is right outside,” I hiss.

“I don’t care,” she says, breathlessly. “I want you, Hudson. I’ve always wanted you.” She starts to fumble with the buttons of my jeans but I rip her hands away.

“Stop,” I growl.

She shudders and then her gaze fixes to the way my fingers are wrapped around her wrist.

“Admit it. You want me,” she taunts.

But she’s wrong. It’s not her I want. It’s Finity. It’s always been Finity. No one else.

“I don’t.”

“Your dick is saying otherwise.”

“Well, it doesn’t know any better. And thankfully it’s not what makes the decisions. I am.”

I let go of her wrist. She pulls it to her chest and wraps her other hand around it, as though trying to get rid of the burn of my touch. She glares at me and I glare back. Finally, she turns on her heel and walks toward the door.

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