I won’t allow my mind to get cluttered with images of losing him. “He’s a good driver and will call us when he gets back,” I tell her firmly. I miss him already and he only left a few hours ago. We made love many times and as dawn would peek over the horizon, he’d sneak back down to the basement. Thankfully, Hudson did as promised both nights and snuck into my room. It was almost as if Aunt Becky knew we wanted to be alone together because she tried to fill up every second by hanging out with us. Saturday night was fun dancing with him and then Sunday we spent the day watching movies with our aunt and uncle. He left early this morning because he has a class this afternoon. I stare out the front windshield as the wipers swipe back and forth frantically. “I hope Hudson drives carefully,” Aunt Becky says. The way he makes me feel both emotionally and physically.
This mess makes perfect sense because Hudson and I are at the center of it.
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