Nope.
Not in the slightest.
Crossing the space between us, I hook a finger into the waistband of his boxers, the only article of clothing he’s actually wearing, before letting it snap back against his skin.
“My my…” I rise on my tiptoes to graze his ear with my lips. “My own personal naked chef, hm?”
Hudson turns his head to touch his lips with mine, grinning into our kiss as he peers down at what I’m wearing.
“Well, it looks like you’ve stolen my shirt so what else am I supposed to wear?”
I tilt my head to the side, feeling my lips tick up at the edges. “Something else from your wardrobe?”
“What? And miss watching your pupils dilate and your nipples grow hard at the sight of me shirtless? I don’t think so, sleepyhead.”
I bat my hand playfully against his upper bicep, ducking my head so he can’t see the hot blush beginning to stain my cheeks. It’s been so long since both my mind and body has been attracted to someone, and it would just be my luck that the man I’m attracted too for the first time in years, knows he’s hot and likes to tease me about my reaction.
“Shut your mouth, Millen. What time is it anyway?”
Hudson raises his protein shake to his lips again. “Just after ten.”
“Ten?!”
“Mhm.”
“I don’t remember the last time I slept past eight thirty, never mind ten o’clock.”
Hudson smirks from behind the rim of his glass. “Guess I wore you out good and proper, then.”
I blink at him. “You’ve got a filthy mouth, you know that?”
He nods, eyes twinkling with delight. “I didn’t hear you complaining about it last night. Not that you’re much of a saint yourself, Gee.”
The playful retort sitting on the tip of my tongue disappears as I peer over Hudson’s broad shoulder, watching the whisps of steam emanating from the mug of tea he’d been brewing as I stepped into the kitchen.
Following my line of eyesight, Hudson hooks his fingers through the handle, bringing the mug between us.
“I made you some chamomile tea,” he says, suddenly looking a little bit sheepish.
Taking the warm mug from him, I take a small sip, testing the temperature. “You don’t strike me as the type of man to have a box of chamomile tea bags just sitting in the back of your cupboard.”
His green eyes flick up to mine. “I didn’t. But I’ve seen you drink it around the studio on a morning, so I thought you might want a cup… I popped out this morning to get you a box and to pick up some other bits and pieces.”
Hudson gestures with his chin to the non-descript brown paper bag sitting on the edge of his kitchen countertops.
Brushing past him, I peer down into the bag and then back at Hudson.
“W-what’s all this?”
“Just some bits and pieces,” Hudson replies. “I thought you could keep some of the stuff here for when you stay over and stuff.”
My heart does a strange dance in my chest cavity at his words.
Glancing back into the bag I see a bottle of makeup remover, a new flannel, lip balm, deodorant, a pink toothbrush and even a set of drugstore bought shampoo and conditioner.
“I don’t really know if I got any of the right shit… the sales assistant helped but she said you could return anything that still has the safety seal intact.”
“Hudson… this is so sweet of you. Thank you.”
