Page 51 of Wrecking Us
Sometimes it feels like it never happened at all, and I think I keep going over it in my mind to remind myself it really did. Because what if it was just a dream? Something I made up while half asleep? Sometimes I think I should stop thinking about it so much. That I’m just tormenting myself over something that doesn’t mean anything. Hudson said it didn’t have to, anyway.
Clearly, he doesn’t care.
It was just sex, right? It’s not like I haven’t done the same with plenty of women.
Yeah. Plenty ofwomen.Not your friends, and certainly not guys.
But the problem isn’t that it happened.
It’s that I kind of want it to happen again. But would Hudson want that?
Was it a one-time thing? I don’t know—maybe. Part of me wants to bring it up, but every time I think about it, I can’t figure out what I want to say, so I say nothing and we just talk about work and stupid shit. Like friends do.
I don’t want things to be weird with us. Right now, it’s not weird. In fact, it almost feels like we’re right back where we were all those years ago, so if bringing up the fact I let my best friend get me off once and had the best orgasm of my fucking life is going to ruin it, I won’t bring it up.
If this is what Hudson wants from me, it’s what I’m going to give him.
Because that’s what good friends do, right?
“You’re probably better off visiting him at the office, though,” Mandy says with a shrug, pulling me from my distracted thoughts.
“At the… Target Center?” I blink, trying to remember where he said he worked. I know he works for the Wolves, some techy position. Math and numbers.
Mandy nods. “Yeah. He’s less likely to escape that way,” she says with a small chuckle. “Not that many exits.”
“I guess that makes sense,” I say, contemplating the idea, but also hating the idea that he may want to escape me. I quickly tap in the address for the Target Center, pinpointing the distance from my hotel, where the convention is at. Fifteen minutes, probably twenty-five-ish with traffic…
It’s close, that’s for sure, and it would be nice to see each other again…
“I wouldn’t give him a heads up, either.”
I look at her in question.
“I wasn’t—”
Mandy brushes me off as she drinks the rest of her champagne.
“The less chances he has to think about it, the better,” she says as she checks her watch. “Trust me, as someone who gets avoidedall the damn time,I know his tricks.” She puts down the empty glass and adds, “Guess I better head out now or I’ll miss my flight. Was nice catching up though.” She gives me a soft smile and I can’t help but return it.
I wave goodbye before I tap out a text to Hudson.
Me
Not all of us can have cool jobs like you, Hudson.
Huds
I know :-)
I shake my head, a smile forming on my face as I think about Mandy’s tip.
Surprising Hudson could entirely backfire.
He could be pissed if I show up unannounced at his job, where he’s not expecting me, but…
Maybe it’ll be a relief. I guess there’s only one way to find out.
When I pull up to the parking lot it’s nearing 3:00 pm. Of course, my room at the Hilton wasn’t ready when I got in, but one of the perks of being in the penthouse suite is that I get private concierge service, which includes them taking my luggage up for me. Not to mention, Nutri-Go is one of Hilton’s vendors, so that added bonus of keyless entry means I can come and go as I please and don’t have to physically check in.
