While Cade and Scarlet continue their argument, which feels more like foreplay than him actually trying to calm her down, my eyes scan up Hudson’s legs. They cut his sweatpants off at the knee, and he’s been icing it on and off since we got here. He reaches over with his big palm and squeezes my hand, sending a shiver dancing down my spine. “Hey, you doing okay?” This man does not touch me . . . ever. He flirts. A lot. But he never touches, and that’s a good thing because I don’t really like to be touched. And if this is what it feels like, I definitely need us to stay in a touch-free zone.
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