His eyes dropped to my lips. “You know I’m counting all the times you torture me. Eventually I’ll get even.” “And how will you do that?” He leaned in and kissed my cheek, then moved his lips to my ear. “With my mouth.” I blinked a few times, taking in Hudson’s smirk as he walked away. He spoke over his shoulder. “Hold that thought, Stella. Your whisper is getting almost loud enough that I can hear it.”
