He lifts his chin, eyes zeroing in on the corner of my mouth. He steps toward me, and I don’t know what’s happening. “You have something on your face.” “What?” I brush at my cheek, self-conscious. “Is it gone?” “No.” Hudson chuckles and licks his thumb. “Give me a second.” Cupping my chin, he tilts my head back. He moves the pad of his thumb to my face, and I think I’m being electrocuted.
