Page 130 of Wrecking Us
“You need a dick mentor, is that it?” He laughs, and I can’t help the flush in my cheeks or the groan that escapes me.
“You know what? Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea—”
Alex sets his hand on my shoulder, giving me a squeeze.
His voice drops, the humor fading into something a little more serious.
“You need a guy, I’ll be your guy.” He says it so simply, so warmly, it’s hard not to smile.
“Mack must be rubbing off on you,” I say. “You’re starting to sound like anice guyall of a sudden.”
“Fuck you, Kelly,” he says, pulling me into a hug. “Your tab is up to three drinks now, just for that.”
I hug him back, feeling better. Alex breaks away giving me a smirk.
“Noted,” I say as Mandy and Mack return to our sides, Mack clearing his throat.
“They’re telling everyone to get seated. We’ve got fifteen minutes,” he says, looking at his watch. “Where the hell are Andre, Paul, and—”
“Ah, there he is,” Alex says in a low voice, and I turn to seehim, standing there with Paul and Andre, dressed in a deep blue suit, his golden-brown hair swept back, looking absolutely perfect.
“Hudson…” I breathe his name, swallowing hard.
Mandy and Mack turn to look that way too, and for a minute, time stops when he catches my gaze.
I want to move, but I can’t. Because that’s when the officiant comes out, announcing to everyone we need to take our seats.
Alex grabs Mack’s hand, and the motion is sonatural, so effortless. Mack slides his fingers between Alex’s, and there’s no hesitation.
I think back to those nights with Mack in our dorm, the parties we used to go to, the girls we used to mess around with, and the games we used to play, and it’s a strange sort of contrast. I catch the faintest turn of his head as he looks at Alex, who is looking straight ahead, and in that one look, I know it doesn’t matter who he wasbeforehe and Alex got together.
Straight, bi, gay, whatever. It doesn’t matter.
Because he loves Alexnow.
Like I love Hudsonnow.
And if Jordan Mackenzie can tell everyone without fear, maybe I can, too.
I’m acutely aware of how close Hudson is, and I realize I might not have another chance to do this, because it’s likely he’ll leave after the ceremony and never speak to me again.
So I make a quick decision, stopping in the middle of the aisle and turning, just as Hudson runs into me.
“What the fuck?” he grumbles. “Trey…”
“Hudson,” I say as he tries to move around me, but I block him.
He lets out a grunt. “Move.”
Andre and Paul slink by us with only a brief glance at me, then Hudson, as the rest of the folks start to fill in the seats.
“No,” I say. “I’m not going anywhere until you talk to me.”
“Trey, do not make a scene here,” Hudson grits out. “We don’t have time for this—”
“I will move. On one condition.” I hold his gaze steady.
The world around me disappears, and I realize I don’t give a shit about anything else at this moment but him.
