Why does he always have to be exactly where I am?Īs if to prove my point, he sits on the couch and starts to kick his feet up on the coffee table.
And I’m sure as hell sick of him always being three feet away from me. I’m sick of his attitude, sick of his juvenile tricks, sick of him always getting the better of me. He follows me, because of course he does.Īnd all of a sudden, I’ve had it. “To get the hell away from you.” Deciding I don’t need to eat tonight, I push past him and walk back to the couch I slept on last night. “Oh yeah?” he answers in a voice like a secret. “A woman needs to know how to ask for what she wants.” And a tiny little bit of the happy trail that leads into the low waistband of his workout pants. “There’s no need to be shy, Grace,” he continues, and as he leans back, I swear his shirt shows even more skin. It’s just hard to ignore when he’s standing right in front of me.
Not that I care what kind of abs he has-ripped or otherwise. “Yeah, well, I think it’s pretty obvious that I don’t want to grow on you,” I snap back. 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. If he doesn’t shut up, she just might kill himif she doesn’t end up kissing him first. Trying to stay one step ahead of Hudson is an exhausting job, one I don’t know that I’m up for. Synopsis Charm by Tracy Wolff Unravel the mystery of the missing four months between Grace and Hudsonwhen she finds herself trapped with the last boy she ever expected, and certainly the most obnoxious one she’s ever met. Getting tired, period, if I’m being honest. I’m getting tired of this cat-and-mouse game.
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