Page 30 of My Downfall

“I’m not asking you to, but you’ll be more comfortable freshly showered and wearing clean clothes.” He’s absolutely right, my clothes are covered in sweat and cum, and I no doubt stink from my run earlier. I’m also starving.

“Fine,” I grumble as I turn on my heel and head toward the stairs.

“Brat,” I hear him mumble and can’t help but grin.

***

I emerge from the bathroom thirty minutes later, feeling a lot better than I did earlier. Glancing at the bed I see a small pile of clothes laid out for me. I discard the sweatpants after rolling them several times only for them to still fall down. His boxers, which I’ve had to gather at the waist with a hairband, and his t-shirt, which is basically a dress, will have to do.

I make my way downstairs to the smell of garlic and tomato, my stomach rumbling instantly. Hudson stands at the counter dividing food into bowls.

“Something smells good.” He turns at my voice, and his eyes darken at the sight of me.

“Fuck, sweet pea, you look so good in my clothes.”

“Thanks for laying them out for me. They’re a lot comfier than my damp sweaty ones.”

“Anytime,” he rasps as he pulls me into him and places a kiss to my forehead. “I ordered pasta from the Italian down the street.”

“Sounds perfect.”

“Take a seat, I’ll bring it over.”

I grab a stool at the breakfast bar as he places a bowl of steaming, delicious smelling pasta in front of me. I wait until he’s sitting down before digging in.

“Oh God, that’s so good.”

“They make their sauces fresh every day. I love the place.”

“I can see why.”

It doesn’t take either of us long to finish. I’m absolutely starving after my run and the bike sex. And Hudson, well, he’s over six-foot of solid muscle. The man needs to eat a lot.

“Come and sit outside with me.”

“This isn’t a date. We can talk here just fine.”

“I will drive you home tonight, okay? I told you I would, but will you fucking relax while you’re here?” He grabs my hand and drags me outside toward the pool area, pulling me down on a lounger and crowding in behind me.

I don’t quite know how he’s managed it, but I’m now outside and the both of us are cuddled together on the comfiest sun lounger I’ve ever been on.

He’s a sneaky bastard.

“What did you want to talk about?” I ask from my position between his legs, my back pressed to his front.

“Us.” His voice ghosts over the shell of my ear.

“One night, Hudson. We agreed to one night.”And it’s killing me.

“I need more.” I ignore the thrill his words give me.

“It’s too dangerous.” He could lose his job; I could lose my place at the college.

“We’ll be careful. Nobody needs to find out. Nothing at the college, and we’ll only ever meet here. Just don’t ask me to give you up. Not yet. I can’t.”

“This is a bad idea,” I groan.

“No, sweet pea, it’s the best damn idea I’ve ever had.” His hands slide up my stomach under his t-shirt and cup my breasts. I don’t have a bra on so his hands instantly meet my bare flesh. “Fuck,” he rasps as he plays with my nipples.