That’s just who he is.
Soon enough, the tension disappears, and I find myself laughing too. We sound like hyenas from the acoustics in his kitchen.
“Fucking hell, Trey.”
“Just saying.” I shrug.
We go quiet, and he looks up at me with the most authentic smile I’ve ever seen.
“Thank you,” he says.
“For what? I just got here,” I tease him.
He rolls his eyes.
“I’m just… really glad you’re here.”
The humor fades, replaced by something warmer.
Deeper. This time, the words are genuine; like he really truly believes them. Like he really is happy I am here.
“Me, too.” It’s the truth. I am glad to be here. With him.
“You hungry?” he asks, clearing his throat.
“I could eat,” I say, leaning against his kitchen counter.
Hudson pulls his phone out and starts tapping away.
“Aren’t you going to ask me what I want?”
He shakes his head, not looking up from his phone.
“I know what you want,” he says.
“Oh, are you a mind reader now?” I ask with a laugh.
Hudson shrugs, slipping his phone into his pocket.
“Guess you’ll find out in thirty minutes.”
After the long day of traveling and an oversized sushi burrito, it’s no surprise that I fell asleep on Hudson’s couch. I rub my eyes as I stir and look to my side, nearly jumping when I see Hudson, awake, reading a book next to me.
“Jesus. What time is it?” I mutter.
“Nine,” he answers, not missing a beat.
“Shit.” I groan. I’ve slept most of the day away. Hudson’s gaze roves over me. “I didn’t mean to pass the fuck out on you.”
“You were tired. It’s fine.”
I shake my head. “No, it’s not.”
He closes his book and sets it on the coffee table.
“I wanted us to hang out. Do stuff. Take pictures,” I add, and I can hear the disdain in my voice.
“Pictures?” He narrows his gaze at me.
