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Chapter 43

Sky’s P.O.V

Holy shit.

Holy fucking shit.

I kissed Hudson.

I kissed Hudson yesterday when I was drunk. And he stopped.

OK, can I just say that CONSENT IS HOT.

Seriously. The fact that he cared about it (which not all guys would do) is just... beautiful? I don’t know how to explain it, but he didn’t just use me then and there, and I’m grateful for it.

I gaze crawled to the empty space next to me in the bed.

By the way, I need more info, now more than ever.

I grabbed my phone which was on the nightstand when the screen flashed with a caller ID.

Valentin.

“Miss me?” I greeted.

“Oh, too much,” he chuckled.

“Why’d you call? Trouble?”

“No. It’s fine, for now. I’m becoming the leader next month.”

“Wait, seriously?”

“да.” (Yes.)

“That’s awesome.”

“So, you’re invited.”

“Where and when? Because I need the exact day to get a leave if needed.”

“It’s on the 11th of December, but you could come at Friday, on the 10th. I’ll send a jet.”

“Where is it though? Russia?”

“Nope. We need to stay away from our house. There’ll be a ton of other leaders. If they make a move, they’re hitting our weak spot.”

“Oooh, is that weakness?”

“Shut up. It’s in Hawaii. Be prepared.”

“Do I actually have to wear a bikini?”

“Your choice. But if I see anyone gawking or some shit, they’re loosing a head.”

I rolled my eyes even though he couldn’t see me.

We fell into an uncomfortable silence.

Deciding not to make this conversation any more awkward, I spoke.

“So... How is everything?”

“Good. You?”

“Simple enough.” I smiled at his next sentence.

“Skylar, I’m not a fan of awkwardness. Call me later if you want any help or if you’re in any kind of trouble.”

“OK. Bye.”

“By the way, expect a package. And, happy birthday.”

“Thank you.” I grinned, although, this is very unlike him. Usually, he just sends a note and the birthday present. No calls whatsoever.

“пока.” (Bye.)

"Bye."

Putting the phone down, I put a note on the calendar on my table.

OK.

Perfect.

Now to take care of problems in the present.

Why the fuck did I kiss him?

But his lips were so soft. Not at all like how he seems.

His kisses were delicate but hard all the same time. The feeling of his skin on mine was alluring. Like there was this searing flame setting my body alight.

The worst thing is, I want more. And no matter how much I do, I can't. It's just... not right.

Hudson is supposed to be one of my best friends. Nothing more. Nothing less.

****

I walked out of the bathroom, clutching the robe around my waist.

My head bumped into something hard. Wincing, I rubbed my forehead as I said, "Sorry."

A hand on my wrist pulled me right back to where I was standing before.

Oh, this is not going the direction I wanted it to.

"Let me see," he said before gently removing my arm and having a look.

I know that someone looking at your forehead should be somewhat awkward, but I didn't care. He was cute when he's concerned.

No. No, no, no.

I, Skylar Johnson, am not going there.

Ever.

"I don't think you'll get a bump or anything. But be a bit more careful. And I'm sorry on my behalf."

Wow.

Have I just never appreciated how polite and understanding Hudson Walker of all people have been?

Trust me when I say that most people know him as a completely different person.

"It's OK. It was my fault anyways," I say, embarrassed.

Looking up at him, I cannot come even the smallest bit close to forgetting what happened last night.

To be honest, I don't think I was that drunk. Well, not drunk enough to puke all over him in bed. Oh, that is definitely not a pretty picture.

"No, I should've watched where I was going."

"No, I should've watched where I was going."

"Trust me when I say I'm an expert at getting into trouble and situations like this."

"And since when exactly did you start caring about trouble?"

"I never said I did."

"Exactly. So it was my fault."

"How does that even logically make sense?"

"It doesn't matter as long as it is my fault."

"No, it's my fault."

"No, it's mine."

"Let's agree to disagree."

"Let's not." He took a daring step towards me.

"I think we should." I took a step towards him.

"Not really." He took another.

So did I. "We really should."

Our faces were so, so close. His minty breath fanning my face. Our bodies almost touching... if only I didn't back away.

"Bet you're too chicken to kiss me when you're sober."

You know what? Fuck it.

Grabbing the sides of his face with both my hands, I smashed our lips together.

His hands gripped onto my waist tightly, almost as if he was restraining himself from going too far.

Our bodies were pressed against each other. Our lips moved in sync.

His kiss was rough, taking every bit of sanity from me. Baiting me to want more. To chase after something that I know is so, so wrong but right now, I'm in the mood for a bad decision.

His hands left my waist, trailing over every inch of my body. I gripped onto every part of him in my reach.

I want- No, I need this. I need him.

Our lips left each other, panting.

His gazed bored into mine.

I gasped, my hand going up to feel my lips that were . "That was... wow."

"Hey, do you wanna skip all the bullshit?"

"Yes, please." He lifted me into his arms, kissing me feverishly and took us to his room. I locked the door, a smirk pulling at my lips.

His lips parted from mine, and he let me down.

His voice came out as a breathless whisper. "On your fucking knees right now. Get on your knees."

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