Christina's POV
Hudson's jaw clenched so hard I thought he might crack a tooth.
One of his hands twitched against my hip, like he was fighting his instinct to pull me closer while pretending to be in control.
I stared at him.
He stared back.
Neither of us blinked.
It was a standoff where the only weapons were unspoken tension and s****l frustration.
The lights seemed dimmer than before. Had they always been that low? His fancy smart home system probably sensed the hormones in the air and automatically adjusted for "potential hookup."
My heartbeat thundered in my ears as my chest pressed against his. His sculpted features looked even more perfect in the soft glow, and I had to physically restrain myself from ripping his shirt open. Those buttons were hanging on for
