“Who was that?” I asked Hudson, pointing. “He’s just … he’s—” Hudson worked his jaw. “I thought you were going to get laid. Er … wait. Is that your uh, lay?” I asked weakly. My mouth was dry. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t know. I mean, I’m not sorry. That’s great. He seems nice. And handsome. You two are cute together.” There was a slow grin on Hudson’s bruised face. “Sugarplum, all I can think about is putting my mouth on your sweet, juicy cunt, but I’m glad to see you’re an ally.” I gulped. “Let me take you home. I need to put some ice on your face.” “I think that’s my line.”
