Page 31 of Make Me Swoon

I’m not sure if it’s the heat in the kitchen or what, but I could swear that he’s blushing a little bit.

My heart starts to race and I suddenly get what Teller was talking about.

Is this love?

I rub my sweaty palms on my jeans as I ponder what I’m feeling. I’ve certainly never felt this way before in my life about anyone. It’s stronger than just a crush or a like. Could this finally be it?

I take a bigger drink of my beer and try not to panic. Hudson is busy cooking, in his happy place, so he doesn’t notice me freaking out at the counter.

The oven goes off for the carrots and broccoli and I stand to help set the table. Hudson nods to a cabinet and I grab some plates out while he puts the chicken in the oven to bake for a few minutes.

“This looks amazing,” I say as he passes me a fork and knife and he takes a seat next to me at the kitchen island.

Hudson made some kind of avocado dip to go with the chicken and I realize why when I take a bite.

“Oh man! This is spicy,” I say and Hudson laughs.

“Yeah, try it with the dip,” he says and I nod, dipping the next piece in the avocado sauce.

“Better?” he asks and I nod, taking another bite.

“It’s really good,” I compliment him and he smiles.

“How was work?” he asks and I tell him about the Halloween planning.

“Isn’t it a little early for that? It’s the beginning of September,” he says with a laugh.

“I know, but I guess you have to plan for theme nights and different advertising things.”

Hudson nods and I take a bite of my carrots.

“Would you rather,” Hudson starts and I can’t help but laugh.

“Really?” I ask him and he nods.

“We never got to play the other night.”

“Alright, you’re right.”

“Would you rather live in a tent every day or in a hotel room?”

“Hotel room.”

“Really?” he asks and I nod.

“Yeah, I mean, can you imagine being in a tent in a hurricane or twister or something? Hotel, hands down.”

He nods, chewing as he thinks of another question.

“Would you ratherhave the ability to see ten minutes into the future or a hundred and fifty years into the future?”

“Hmm, hard one. I guess ten minutes into the future. I can’t change the past after all.”

“Yeah, me too,” he says.

“My turn. Would you ratherhave the ability to move things with your mind or the ability to read minds?” I ask him.

“Read minds.”

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