Hudson lowers himself to his knees again and sits back on his heels. “Take the shoes off, Galloway.” I find an open chair and take off my sneakers. “You’re sure on the ground a lot tonight.” “I don’t mind.” His mouth hitches up in a smirk. “There are worse places to be.” My skin flushes hot at the idea of him on his knees somewhere else—like in his room—and I clear my throat.
