Chapter 225: That Horrible Trash

"Every night," Hudson returns, implying he knows me well. Maybe he does.

I scowl at both of them with my arms crossed against my chest and walk to my bedroom.

It isn't until I'm in the small room with the door closed I realize I have to spend the rest of the evening cooped up in this tiny space with Hudson. My annoying brother might not be so bad.

"So, we're going to sleep?" I chirp at Hudson when he comes in the room closing the door behind him.

"Yup, unless there's something else you want to do?" he asks, wiggling his eyebrows.

It's cute seeing his playful side come out from time to time. If only he'd let it out more and not when I'm stressed.

And if my brother wasn't sitting a few feet away from the door, I might be tempted to say yes.

Hudson's sighs. "I don't know if you're scared of me or I intimidate you or you don't like me as much as I thought, but I promise I won't bite, Amanda. We will lie nicely beside one another and watch TV."

"That's it?"