Callie
I suck in a deep breath and wipe my hands over my long dark hair, making sure it's not all over the place. For some reason, when I braid my hair, it flies everywhere. It's just so damn unruly.
I open the door slowly, but not enough for Hudson to see my whole face. My breath catches in my throat.
How is it possible for him to be even more beautiful than the last time I saw him?
He's wearing dark jeans and a tank with a black leather jacket. His muscles are so visible under that shirt. He's been taking care of himself while he's been gone; that much is obvious.
His smile is infectious. He seems too happy to see me. “I should have known you'd still be living here.” He smiles.
I don't say anything.
What is there for me to say?
That I still live in the house he built for us b
