“Hey,” I say as I take a few steps toward him. “You need some help?” I ask, and I swear, when he looks at me, it’s the saddest look I’ve ever seen.
“I don’t know,” he says.
I look around the room and decide to start with the clothes on the bed.
I hold up a large black t-shirt.
“Dirty or clean?”
Hudson stares at me like I’m a ghost.
“Um… clean. Was going to wear that today.”
I toss it to him, and he catches it with one hand. I smirk.
“See you still got your reflexes, huh, Huds?”
I note the faint smirk forming on his face.
“Maybe.”
I toss a pair of dark grey sweatpants at him next.
“Get dressed. I’ll take care of this.” I nod at the disorganized pile of clothes and books on the bed, which is sprawling out of his open suitcase.
“Trey,” he protests, but I’m already folding and rolling his clothes to make them fit better. It’s a little insane how good I’ve gotten at this over the years. Too bad there isn’t a championship for how fast you can pack a suitcase.
I’m just finishing with the clothes when he comes back from the bathroom, fully dressed. I zip up his luggage as he takes a sip of his coffee, looking through the bag of treats I’ve brought with me.
“We still have five minutes,” I say as I make my way over to him.
“Huh?” He looks up from where he stands, his amber eyes meeting mine.
“See, we’re not late yet,” I say with a smirk.
Hudson’s eyes glisten as I push the bag of confectionary delights toward him.
“Besides, that’s why I got it to go,” I add, grabbing the handle of my own suitcase. I’m acutely aware, once again, how good he smells. Whatever cologne he’s using, I like it.
Might need to get myself a bottle in the future.
“Trey…” His voice is soft, almost shaky. I don’t miss the way my heart skips a beat, or the weird dryness returning to my throat.
Or the faint jump of my cock—which shouldnotbe happening since I took care of things last night…
I brush it off, shifting my stance as I move my suitcase in front of me like a shield. Heat threatens to spread through me and infiltrate my cheeks, so I turn around to avoid theweirdfeelings that are suddenly plaguing me.
I’m probably just tired from this long weekend.
“Come on,” I urge. “Let’s get the hell out of here.”
Chapter Ten
Hudson
Today is the worst day of my life.
Maybe.
