A TASTE OF SIN
“If you don’t stop looking at my mouth like that,” Hudson murmured, backing me against the bathroom sink, “I’m going to do something we’ll both regret.”
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My breath hitched. The door was locked but my heart was beating faster.
Hudson stood inches from me, eyes dark, jaw tight, like he was fighting himself just as hard as I was. His hand came up, stopping just short of touching my waist, hovering there like a question.
“Tell me to walk away,” he said quietly.
I opened my mouth.
Nothing came out.
That was all the permission he needed.