I woke up to be welcomed by Hudson’s warm embrace and peppermint scent. Nice.
I could lay here all day and feel good.
Then I remembered that I have something to do. I looked over at the bedside clock to see that it showed me 11:47.
Shit, shit, SHIT!
“Hudson,” I said only once and he opened his eyes instantly. From the past few days, I’ve learnt that he’s a light sleeper.
“Yeah?” he said, which was muffled by a yawn.
“It’s noon,” I said, causing his brows to raise.
“What’s your point?” he deadpanned.
“We slept for more than 12 hours,” I replied, as if I was talking to a stupid person.
“I’m getting up,” I scoffed.
“No you’re not,” he smirked as he pulled me back to his chest.
“Nope,” I said and tried to get up but Hudson being Hudson, managed to keep me there without breaking a sweat.
“Do you want to get tickled?” he asked and I instantly froze.
“Fine,” I grumbled and made myself comfortable. What I didn’t realize was how easily we both were gonna fall asleep next.
“I think we need to get up about now,” I said as I buried my face in his neck. It was currently 1:49 and Nona is gonna be so mad at me when I get up.
“I’m getting up,” I said and tried to get up but like the last 7 times, his hands on my hips stopped me.
Part of me was slightly annoyed but the other part of me was thankful and went back to cuddling with him.
“What are we gonna do? Just lay here all day?” I snorted.
“Possibly.” The fact that he managed to sound totally serious just cracked me up.
“Let’s play 20 questions,” I managed to say after my fit of giggles.
“I guess we’re doing this again,” he huffed and I playfully hit him in the chest.
“I’ll start. Have you ever been in a food fight. If so, explain,” I smiled.
“No,” he replied with a shrug.
“SERIOUSLY?” I exclaimed. “Why not?”
“Tsk, tsk, tsk. I believe it’s not your turn, Princess No Sense,” he smirked, causing me to roll my eyes.
“Whatever, My Broody.”
“What’s the best compliment you’ve received?” Hudson asked.
“Hmm...” I trailed off but we both knew that I already had the answer in my mind. “One day (specifically yesterday), I looked at a random painting and said that it’s beautiful but then the guy looked at me and said yeah. So, it was a really cheesy thing but believe it or not, it did manage to make me blush and make my day better.”
“Wow, sounds a bit familiar, doesn’t it?” he asked, sarcasm dripping from his voice.
“You think?” I rolled my eyes. “OK, let’s make this a little more crazier. It’s gonna be more personal from now on. OK?”
“I guess,” he sighed.
“So, on a scale of 1 to 10, how much of a good kisser are you?” I asked slyly.
“Why don’t you find out for yourself?” he smirked causing my face to turn red.
“Shut up. I’m trying to see how much ego you have!” I exclaimed.
“I think 1000 million,” Hudson replied.
“Cocky much?” I rolled my eyes.
“My turn. On a scale of 1 to 10, how good do you think you are in bed?” he asked and I could practically imagine his smirk.
“Why don’t you find out for yourself?” I smirked. This is will throw him off guard.
“I might just,” he replied as his arms tightened around my waist.
“Shut up!” I said quickly, blushing. “I think I’m like 10,000 million. Have you ever been suspended from school?”
“Yeah... and expelled.”
My jaw literally dropped at how casual he sounded. If I ever got a suspension, my mom and dad would’ve kicked me out of the house.
“How the fuck did you manage to do that?” I exclaimed.
“My turn,” he replied slyly. “Do you like talking dirty?”
Oh, my God, why did he have to ask that?
“Yes,” I groaned but he just chuckled.
“My turn,” I said stubbornly. “When was the last time?”
“Sex?” he asked.
“Yup,” I said, making the ‘p’ pop. Oh, this is a good one. Get ready to feel awkward as fuck.
“About... 3 months ago. I don’t know, sometime in the first week you arrived,” he shrugged. Now that made me a little angry at him and whoever the girl he was with for some reason. Plus, he didn’t even sound the least bit uncomfortable.
“Hmm... You turn,” I replied.
"Do you often think about sex? Well, when was the last time you masturbated? And where?"
Woah, that was a lot.
"That's actually three questions," I said as I sat up and leaned on my elbows.
"Just answer them," he groaned.
"For question one, only when I'm in the mood (which is most of them time, based on my favourite genre), however, I can link literally anything back to sex. As for the last two questions, I am never going to answer them."
"Wait, so did you do it during our trip?" he raised brow.
"NO!" I exclaimed. This cannot possibly be anymore awkward. "We slept in the same bed most of the days. I would never do that."
"What about when we were in California?" he wiggled his brows.
"Still NO. Now stop asking. It's my turn. What's your 3 favourite parts of a girl?" I smirked. This will do it.
For a split second, his eyes widened in realisation of what I had just meant but then he put up his usual blank face.
"Um... eyes... hair?" he practically asked.
"You sound unsure, Hudson," I remarked and his eyes went dark. "There's still one more."
He seemed to stop and think for a moment.
"Clever choices, Walker."
"Indeed, Johnson. Have you ever been caught in action?" he smirked.
"Once. I was at a party and Caroline sort of walked in. It was extremely awkward," I laughed. At that moment, it seemed like I just lost 1 million dollars but now it just feels like an old, funny memory.
"What did you do?" Hudson raised a brow.
"I believe it's my turn, Mr Walker," I replied slyly in a British accent.
"That was horrible," he chuckled.
"I know, right?" I laughed along. "Have you ever woken up in some random bed and not realise where you are?"
"It was that one time. I got super-drunk and hooked up with this random clingy chick," he stared off into the distance as if he was remembering it again.
"Ew, don't picture it now!" I exclaimed.
"Why not?" he smirked.
"It's gross. And you're giving me a picture of what that would look like!" I scoffed.
"Fine, fine. Have you ever written a love poem for someone?"
I was silent for about a minute and that gave him the answer.
"You seriously had the nerve to do that? Something so... Wattpad?" Hudson snorted.
"Oh, shut up! It was in seventh grade. I was young, stupid and desperate," I explained but he wasn't having it.
"I can just imagine the lyrics. So much about how they're your love, your life and all that shit," he rolled his eyes.
"Shut up!" I said through my blushing face. I'm starting to think that this was a bad idea.
"Do you want to get up now?" he asked all of the sudden. We've been playing for quite a while now. It's currently 3:13 and we have learnt a LOT about each other. I know it's extremely late and at one point I even thought that we were gonna stay here all day long but out of the blue, Hudson asked me if he wants to get up now. We did brush our teeth like an hour ago so maybe that's why he maybe wanting to get out of bed. Or that he's hungry. But I just have to make this a little bit more fun.
"Do you really think you're gonna get off the hook so easily?" I smirked. "Nope, you're gonna stay here for another hour."
"And what makes you think that you'll be able to stop me?" he cocked a brow.
"Excellent question, Walker."