Free Web NovelChapter 213: Chapter 213 I Love You
Christina’s POV
For a second, Hudson just hovered over me, his eyes burning with desire.
I stared up at him, lips swollen, breathing hard.
He stared back, something wild and possessive flickering in his gaze.
"Lycaon wants to mark you," he growled, voice rough.
The words made me shiver.
Then he dipped his head, pressing kisses along my jaw, down my neck, over the sensitive spot above my collarbone. His mouth left a trail of heat everywhere it touched.
He pulled back just enough for me to see his pupils had blown wide, the blue of his eyes barely visible around the black.
He pressed his thumb to the side of my neck, right where my pulse was going crazy.
Then he dragged it lower, tracing the edge of my shirt, never breaking eye contact.
When he leaned down and bit my collarbone—not gently—I jerked.
"Ow," I complained, though the sharp pain quickly turned into something else entirely.
He pulled back just enough to breathe against my skin, his forehead resting against my throat.
His chest rose and fell against mine, his heartbeat wild and unsteady.
"Do you mean it?" he asked.
"What?" My brain was still catching up. Everything felt too hot, my skin buzzing wherever he’d touched me.
"Your message," he said. "About going public."
"Yes, I meant it."
"Why?"
"Why what?"
"Why did you say yes?"
I paused. "Isn’t that what you wanted?"
"Yeah. But I know why I want it. I want to know why you do."
"What’s your reason? To put some distance between you and Rowan?" I couldn’t keep the bite out of my voice.
"I asked first," Hudson said.
"Fine." I took a shaky breath. "I like you. I don’t want to see your name next to another woman’s. That’s why."
His head shot up, his stare intense enough to pin me in place.
"What?" I asked, suddenly feeling exposed.
"Say that again."
I swallowed hard. "I like you. And I don’t want to share you, not even in stupid tabloid headlines."
"You like me." His grip on my waist tightened, his voice going lower.
"Yeah." I turned my face away, heat flooding my cheeks.
When did I become such a mess?
"You like me," he repeated, like he couldn’t quite believe it.
I could feel his heartbeat hammering against mine, falling into the same rhythm.
He pushed himself up just enough to really look at me. His face was flushed, hair messed up in a way that made him look unfairly attractive.
When he kissed the corner of my mouth, gentler this time, something inside me came undone.
I looked up at him, suddenly needing to know. "What about you?"
His eyes met mine, intense and unwavering.
"I love you, Christina."
My breath caught in my throat.
I blinked once, twice, trying to process what Hudson had just said.
"I love you, Christina."
Just four simple words, but they meant everything to me.
My chest got tight. My eyes stung with tears that wouldn’t fall.
I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. Not a single sound. My brain had gone completely blank.
Hudson’s thumb brushed across my lips gently, his eyes locked on mine.
"You don’t have to say anything right now. Just listen," he said, his voice quiet and intense. "You said you’d go public with our relationship. Let’s do it now. Let’s post it before you change your mind."
My throat felt rough when I finally spoke. "You’re really serious about this?"
"Dead serious." His stare didn’t waver, steady and determined. "Let’s do it before we both start overthinking."
I let out a shaky breath. "Okay."
My head felt fuzzy as I reached for my phone on the nightstand. I opened X, found Hudson’s latest post, hit retweet, then stared at the caption box, chewing the inside of my cheek.
"Should I just copy yours and write ’Married’? Or maybe something like, ’The other ring’s on my hand’?" I asked, staring at the screen. "I don’t know what I’m supposed to say."
My thumb hovered over the keyboard, twitchy and useless.
Hudson next to me. "Post this: ’I’m his wife. We’re happy. It’s been a long time coming. Please send good wishes. We—’"
"Stop," I cut him off with a groan. "Goddess, that’s like writing a novel."
"Fine," I muttered. "I’ll just write ’Married.’ That’s it. Simple. Everyone will figure it out."
Typing while lying flat was awkward, especially with Hudson’s weight half on me. I had to hold my phone at a weird angle, and my hand started cramping right away.
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"Just retweeting isn’t enough," he said. "We need a picture."
He opened the camera, took my hand, threaded our fingers together, and snapped a photo. The lighting was terrible—warm and dim. Our hands looked kind of yellow, but the matching rings caught the light perfectly.
He hit post without hesitating.
I squinted at the screen. "Give it back. I want to see what people are saying."
"No." He tossed the phone aside, then leaned in again, his mouth hot and demanding against mine.
I felt the last of my tension melt away as I sank into the mattress.
