Hudson kissed me the other night, and it was the best kiss of my life. It was a full-body experience. Toe-curling. Heart-stopping. Goddamn magical. It was like he wanted to consume me. Like he wanted to possess me. And I haven’t stopped thinking about it. I close my eyes, and I see him. I take a shower, and I feel his hands on my body. I’ve replayed every intimate moment of that night over and over again in my head, in excruciating detail—the glide of his tongue, his fingers wrapped in my hair, and how I wish he would’ve pulled on the strands. Those few minutes with him were the most I’ve been
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