“Hudson, look!” she breathes as she gazes out at the sky. “Isn’t it beautiful?” “So beautiful,” I agree. She glances up at me and her breath catches in her throat. But her voice is casual when she teases, “You aren’t even looking at the sky.” I start to tell her I’m looking at something even more beautiful, but the line is so fucking cheesy, I just let it die. I need to hold on to some small shred of pride, after all.
You could have just said it man! So flirtatious!!!
