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Chapter 42

Hudson's P.O.V

I walked into my room and the first thing I did was take out my other phone and contact Alessandro.

"Who is it?" he answered, groggy.

"Tell me everything you've found out about Sky right the fuck now."

"OK, OK, what's wrong?"

"She knows everything."

"Everything?"

"Did I not speak English?"

"It's not my first language."

"Just fucking tell me, Alessandro," I groaned.

"I found out something about her being friends with Nathan Moon, but you know that already."

"Anything else?"

"Yeah, they're going to take over the world."

"What?"

"From what I heard, that was their childhood dream. They called it the World Tour."

"Childhood? Anything from their teenage and adulthood?"

"I don't think so since he had to move away when she was 12 and he was 14."

"Do they feel something for each other or...?"

"Man, you really want her, don't you?"

I opened my mouth to speak, but closed it since my brain couldn't form any kind of words that denied anything. I didn't want to lie.

I heard him chuckle. "Ask her yourself because if I could read minds, I would've already assured to you that she's totally in love with you."

"Stop saying nonsense. Anything else about her? Cause I gotta go change and watch a movie with the very drunk Sky in the next room-"

"Woah, woah, woah, she's drunk? So she's weak right now?"

"I guess..."

"You do know that you're making contact with the one weakness that we can spot on the Hispanic fucking mafia, right? And a potential assassin?"

"I'm all ears."

"She's the one that helped him get rid of the French who killed or tried to kill their gang and made peace with their leader."

"You sure we're talking about the same person? Skylar Walker? The girl who loves to read romance of all things and dance-?"

"Wait, she's a dancer?"

"Yeah... Why?"

"You're one lucky guy." What the fuck does that even mean?

"That's enough time with you today."

"Bye."

I ended the call and proceeded to get dressed and went back to the room where Sky was playing with her laptop.

"Not opening!" she pouted.

I took a look at the screen before realising that she hasn't even pressed the on-button.

"You press this."

She gasped. "Pretty lights!"

Yeah, no, this doesn't look even a tad bit close to what Alessandro was describing.

She started typing some gibberish instead of her password.

"Pretty lights not working!"

"Here, I'll type," I said before she handed me her laptop. "What movie do you want to watch?"

She seemed to think for a moment.

"Finding Nemo!"

"Sure," I muttered under my breath. "Let's watch a movie about a fish coping with the loss of its family and children by imagining a whole adventure about him finding his imaginary son."

"What?" she pouted. If only she could stop looking so fucking cute...

What? No!

Fuck.

What the fuck am I thinking?!

"Nothing," I replied.

"No, tell me!"

"There's this theory about Finding Nemo and I'll explain it to you in the morning."

"Is it bad?"

"Kind of."

"So, should we watch Beauty and the Beast instead?"

"Why not?" I shrugged before putting it on.

****

"Come on, Sky, time to sleep."

"But we didn't watch the end."

"The movie just ended."

"But doesn't it have little bits after it?"

"That's only for Marvel movies and we'll watch one tomorrow, OK?"

"Fine."

I switched off the laptop and the lights, and then tucked her into bed.

"I want cuddles!"

"And who am I to refuse my lady what she wants?"

She giggled and wrapped her arms around me. I placed a kiss on the crown of her head and wondered of what I'll have to do tomorrow.

I felt her shift.

"I wanna do something."

"Hmm?"

She sat up so that she was straddling me. My hands went to her hips to keep her balanced. She softly stroked the side of my cheek with her palm.

What's-?

Her lips landed on mine. It took me a hot second before my lips started moving in sync with hers.

The grip I had on her hips tightened as I rolled us over and pinned both of her hands above her head.

Her lips were soft. So delicate. She wrapped her legs around my waist, deepening the kiss.

I'm kissing Sky.

I, Hudson Walker, am kissing Skylar Johnson.

I'm kissing her.

No. This feels entirely wrong. She's drunk.

I pulled away.

"More," she whimpered.

I let go of her hands and brought one down to stroke the side of her cheek.

"You're drunk, Sky."

"But I want you to kiss me."

"And I really, really want to kiss you."

"Then kiss me."

"But I can't. Not now."

"When?"

"You know what, tomorrow morning, when you're sober and knows exactly what you're doing, you can kiss me as many times as you want."

"Even a gazillion?"

I smiled in the darkness. "Even a gazillion. OK?"

"OK."

A/N: Consent is hot, period.

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