How dare I want to do it again.
Adrian
Hey, I’m not the one who went out, you could have come home.
Hudson
Should I leave? It wouldn’t take me long to get there. I can bring snacks
Adrian
I mean… I’m not going to turn down snacks… but shouldn’t you hang out with your teammates? Great game by the way! Amazing assist in the second!
Hudson
Thanks! Nah, I’ve already said hello to everyone, I shouldbe good to go.
Adrian
If you’re sure…
Hudson
See you soon!
I confirm with Ollie that he’s got a sober ride home before I leave, stopping to pick up the promised snacks. Hopefully Adrian isn’t too tired. I’ll feel bad if he really was already in bed, and I’m demanding that he hang out with me.
But I’m also looking forward to spending time with him too much to consider changing our plans now.
10
ADRIAN
Iwas surprised that Hudson even texted to see if I was out.
I was completely shocked when he offered to leave the bar to hang out with me instead. Why would he want to hang out with me when he has another option? Still, I jumped out of bed, even though I wasn’t convinced that he was actually going to ditch his team. I debated if I should change out of my pajamas, but that felt like I was jinxing it, so I’m still in my matching silk sleep shorts and button-up shirt.
Not that Hudson cares what I’m wearing, so it doesn’t even matter.
Barely twenty minutes after he made the plan, Hudson walked in with a bag full of treats, looking thrilled to spend the rest of his night at home with me. He changed into his pajamas too, aka his loose sleep pants and no shirt, and is preparing our snacks.
I don’t need to be focusing on that, though, so I go over to the couch, get comfortable wrapped up in one of my favorite blankets, and pull up our usual home design channel.
“Hey, would you want to watch a movie tonight instead?” he asks from the kitchen.
“Sure. What kind of movie?”
“Maybe a comedy? I don’t really care; I just thought we could mix it up.”
“Okay, I’ll put on one of my favorites.” Then, as if I wasn’t surprised enough, instead of going to the opposite corner of the couch like he normally does, Hudson sits downrightnext to me.
His thigh is touching mine, and I can’t seem to remember how to breathe.
What is happening?
“Chocolate?” Hudson asks, handing me a bowl of mini Reeses. If I thought I was dreaming before when a half-naked Hudson was just walking around my apartment being all domestic… I have no idea what’s happening now. Did I die? Were all those religious people I grew up with right and heaven is real?
Well, they weren’t completely right if it is, because they claimed I wouldn’t be going.
