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It only makes me irresponsibly want to do it again.
Sliding my feet into my shoes, I straighten my spine to find Hudson to my left, my purse kindly hanging off his long index finger.
“Thanks.” I pluck it from his hold and reach for the door.
“Be safe and relax on the champagne tonight.”
“Thanks. I’ll be home by midnight.” I expect Hudson to cop an attitude with me, but he doesn’t. Instead, he just stands there with a blank expression and waits for me to make my departure. “Well…I’ll see you later.”
His large palm hits the door when I begin to open it, keeping me trapped between him and a coat closet. “Make sure you walk straight…down the aisle, I mean. You’re looking a little stiff, if you catch my drift.”
My cheeks blush furiously, and it results in annoyance coursing through my head.
Of course, he’d think I’d be swooning over this shit.
I am.
Nonetheless, it’s temporary. I’m not going to write his name on a piece of paper and begin drawing hearts around it.
“There’s that male cockiness I was waiting for.”
“Just facts, Op.”
“Or the fact that I’m being overworked. Just really hammered, you know?”
“That’d be accurate.” He slides his hand away and I hate that I’m slightly disappointed that he had. But I obviously can’t stand here all day and make inside jokes with him, nor would it do any good but waste oxygen. “Have a good night, Liv.”
Liv.
When he says my name, it does two things to me. One, that he actually remembers it. But two that it’s too formal.
We don’t do formal.
Hudson and I annoy each other to no end. It’s our dynamic. It’s how we roll. But it’d be dumb as hell for me to be dejected from it.
I nod, shoving my downer cloud away. “You too.”
And then I leave.
seventeen
. . .
HUDSON
The night air feels amazing on my skin as I venture out on my bike to go have a few drinks with the boys. I left my home a little early, wanting to ride around for a little while and clear my head.
I need to unclog the last twenty-four hours.
Everything I said I wasn’t going to do, I did, and I’m pissed at myself for not being able to chill out instead of reacting.
But that’s Liv.
She pushes and I’m unable to shove it down, noticing those dark pink lips when she speaks and the challenges she comes up with whenever I have something to say.
Simple shit.
Liv got fucking trashed last night, but she was in my house, where I could keep an eye on her, so I didn’t give a shit. Plus, it wasn’t like I had to make sure the guys were going to touch her inappropriately. She blows at beer pong and got worse as the night went on, which entertained them to hell and back.
