“Worth finally coming out of your room?” Hudson asks, and I huff out an exasperated laugh. I grab the dish towel from his shoulder, roll it up, and flick it at him. He yelps and reaches for my arm. His fingers wrap around my wrist, and he takes the towel from me. “Take it back,” I say. “You’re fast, but not as fast as me, Maddie.” The nickname sends a shiver down my spine. We’re staring at each other, and his eyes bounce to my mouth. “Maybe I’m just trying to play fair,” I say. “I’m stooping to your level and holding back.” “Why? I can take it. I can take anything you give me.” His thumb moves
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