Page 96 of Bridesmaid By Chance
“That’s okay. You don’t have to admit it,” she says as she pushes off the wall and then walks up to me. She slides her finger under my chin and urges me to look at her. “For what it’s worth, the feeling is mutual.”
Then she winks and turns back into the hotel room.
I press my hand to my forehead. “Jesus Christ.”
Hardy: You think it was the chicken?
Hudson: I have no fucking clue, but I still can’t look at food.
Hardy: Humiliating that you not only threw up in front of her several times but also in public. Nothing screams wet blanket on the sexual tension than seeing someone dry heave repeatedly.
Hudson: Probably was needed.
Hardy: I mean, no one looks good retching and clinging to a toilet as if it’s a lifesaver, keeping them afloat.
Hudson: I wasn’t clinging to the toilet.
Hardy: Can’t be sure of that. In my head, you were playing koala and gripping it like a eucalyptus tree.
Hudson: Why do I even text you?
Hardy: I honestly don’t know. Don’t you have any other friends?
Hudson: I do, but I’m currently married to his sister and trying to make sure he doesn’t find out. And we already discussed why Brody can’t be trusted.
Hardy: That dude is so unreliable. The biggest gossip among all of us.
Hudson: Also, he’s a goddamn hot mess. I was in a meetingwith him the other day and he happened to spill his coffee all over his lap. Thank God it was just me and him because he whipped his pants off so fucking fast. The dickhead was wearing a pair of briefs with Maggie’s face on the crotch. I can’t unsee it.
Hardy: Maybe that’s why you were throwing up so much.
Hudson: Probably.
Hardy: I saw him yesterday, and he was showing me his scar from when he had his appendix removed. Why does he think that’s something I want to see?
Hudson: He’s fucking weird, but I still like him. Maybe there’s something wrong with me.
Hardy: I think there’s something wrong with the both of us because when he showed the scar to me and said I could touch it…I fucking touched it.
Hudson: Touching another man’s scar…dude, that’s weird.
Hardy: I know. Afterward, I thought, why the hell did I do that? He’s rubbing off on us.
Hudson: He’s rubbing off on you, not me. I wouldn’t have touched the scar.
Hardy: You can’t say that. You weren’t there. You would have touched it. Guaranteed!
Hudson: We are not debating this. I have more important things to worry about. I’m slipping, man.
Hardy: Yeah, I know. Next text I get from you is that you had sex with Sloane and don’t know what to do.
Hudson: I’m so fucking worried that’s going to happen. I spooned her last night.
Hardy: Noooo, why?
Hudson: I couldn’t stop myself. I needed to hold her.
Hardy: This is not fucking good. Seriously, Hudson. You areacknowledging your poor decisions. Which means you need to stop making those poor decisions.
