Chapter 230: Sometimes I Forget

"Shit," I say looking at the alarm clock setting on my nightstand. "We'll have to order dinner soon."

I'm not looking for an excuse to get out of bed with Hudson nor do I want to, but neither of us have eaten since breakfast. Well not food anyway.

I hate to miss food even if it's because of hot, delicious sex with quite possibly the man of my dreams.

Hudson pulls the sheets up around my shoulder, tightening them underneath me. "Not yet. I can't move."

I try to laugh but it comes out this nervous giggle. I smother it by rolling closer to Hudson and putting my face in the pillow. He turns toward me as well, and in the quiet of my bedroom, my fingers are drawn to the small bit of raised skin beneath his shoulder. I skim across the bumpy ridges going back and forth the length of the long scar.

Hudson watches my movements, his eyes hooded. "Sometimes I forget."