Page 29 of Lucky Laces
Not the most comfortable place to sleep.
Then again, I hadn’t meant to actually fall sleep.
It was just…
Hudson’s scent all around me.
Hudson.Hurt and in pain and…still concerned I was cold.
Hudson.Staring up at me with heat despite his injury, longing and desire that I felt mirrored in my own body, the sudden urge to kiss him nearly overwhelming.
Oh, and insane too.
Because Ijustcaught my fiancé cheating.Because I’m almost certain that I haven’t fully uncovered all the lies that Jason told in our relationship.Because…
I’m his coach.
Right.
That’s the most important thing to remember.
I’m here.I’m finally doing what I’ve dreamed of.
I can’t jeopardize my dreams just because Hudson is big and strong and smells good, can’t risk what I’ve worked my whole life toward just because he’s my personal brand of kryptonite.
I can’t do that to myself.
Or him.
When I dreamed of you naked.This isn’t how I expected it to go.
I shiver.
Then realize that I’m still pressed against Hudson.
When I hadn’t meant to sleep at all, when I’d sat in the darkness and listened to him breathe for far too long, neither of us saying anything for a long, long time.
Until, eventually, his breathing evened out and he fell asleep.
I intended on staying conscious—checking the internet, the cell service, hoping to get us the fuck out of here.
But the only thing I succeeded in doing was draining down the devices’ batteries.
Until I forced myself to put them aside and lean back against the desk, trying not to think…and yet my mind far too full of thoughts I didn’t want to process.
Jason and what he did.
Grams and how much I miss her.
The fucking earthquake and if the world was going to start shaking again.
Hudson and his leg…and also what had been in his eyes just before he’d started to leave my office before everything went wrong.
There’s something I’m missing.
And thatsomethingis what I turned over and over in my mind as time passed.
As I shifted and stretched out on the floor, trying to relieve the crick in my neck.
