![]() ![]() ![]() So, ignoring the blush that is making my whole face feel like it’s on fire, I look Hudson straight in the eye and answer, “I thought I’d already explained this to you. This is just one more way he’s trying to get to me-like the music and the Pop-Tarts-but I’m not going to give him the satisfaction. I start to blush, my cheeks turning red-hot despite my best attempt not to react to the innuendo in his words. ![]() “Now that I’m yours, what do you plan to do with me?” The wicked gleam has turned into a full-out grin as he leans against the counter and stares down at me from his ridiculous height. Maybe that’s why I answer, “What’s your question?” without thinking it through. Trying to stay one step ahead of Hudson is an exhausting job, one I don’t know that I’m up for. Getting tired, period, if I’m being honest. I’m getting tired of this cat-and-mouse game. ![]()
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