Page 97 of Wrecking Us
He looks up at me, his amber gaze holding mine with that intensity I love so much.
“I can’t…” he says carefully. I lean my forehead against his.
So badly I want to tell him hecan.
He can stay as long as he wants. He can stay forever if he wants…
But I also told Hudson I didn’t want to rush things because I always rush things. And fuck them up, and this… Hudson…
I don’t want to fuck it up. So I swallow hard, and nod.
“Okay,” I say, kissing him swiftly. “I had a great time tonight,” I whisper against his lips.
Hudson relaxes. “Me too.”
“I, uh… have something I need to give you. If that’s okay?” I ask carefully.
Hudson’s eyebrows furrow.
“Okay?”
My heart rises, catching in my throat as I pull out the spare key and hold it out in front of me. He looks at it with confusion.
“I think you should probably have one of these.” I clear my throat.
Hudson grabs it out of my hands carefully.
“Because you’re not always here,” he says plainly.
“Right—” I cough. “But, um… Also because…”
Hudson’s gaze holds mine, and I swear he looks like he’s about to pass out. I consider just kissing him instead, but if I don’tsayit out loud… I never will.
“Because you’re my boyfriend and I want you to have it,” I say solidly.
Hudson nods, staring at the key.
“This way… you can stay whenever you want,” I breathe.
“Oh. Okay.” His voice is barely a whisper, and I lean down and kiss him again. He eases up and kisses me back. His hand finds my neck, and his fingers slide into my hair and he kisses me so deeply, so passionately, I think I actually see stars behind my eyes.
When I pull away, I smile.
“Good night, baby,” I say as I step back and open my door. Hudson smiles.
“Night, Bambi,” he says with a mischievous grin, sliding his hands in his coat pockets and walking backwards to his car.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Hudson
The last month has been so smooth. I was worried with Trey moving here that it would completely throw me, and for a while it did, but the more time we spend together, the more he understands me.
He understands that I need to go home on the nights I work, because I have everything set at home, just the way I like it to run through my routine to prepare for work. But that doesn’t mean I don’t stay late at his house at all hours of the night. It also means that he spends nights at my house, which doesn’t throw me at all—at least, not anymore.
I’ve thought back on college a lot over the last month, wondering how things were so different for me then, and Irealize it was because I was just dealing with things. I was masking a lot. Doing things that weren’t comfortable because I felt like I had to. Once I got into my own routine, my own world, and didn’t have to do anything I didn’t want to, I got comfortable and now I don’t want to go back.
But I am getting used to being with someone, having a partner—a boyfriend. One I miss very much when he isn’t here. He’s been gone for close to two weeks, having to do back to back conventions. As much as I crave my normal routine when I’m with Trey, I miss him when he’s not around. It’s difficult to wrap my head around. How can I want him to be there and not be there at the same time? Though, I guess it’s not that I don’t want him to be there, it’s just that it’s something I need to get used to. Yeah, that sounds right. It’ll take time, and thankfully… he understands.
