Teaser of Hudson's story!

Havana is that you?” My heart skips a beat when a deep, commanding American voice calls out my name. I know who it is before I raise my eyes. Shivers run down my body when I face him.

“Hudson,” I whisper his name.

His brown eyes are brought out by the honey colour in them; warm me. We are about six meters apart, on the sidewalk of George Street, near the Event Cinemas. It feels like yesterday when we spent four glorious weeks together, and one night of bliss with him. That was eighteen months ago. He was much older than me, although it didn’t stop us. He placed his gym bag on the cement ground and straightened back up, before walking towards me with his arms held out wide.

Does he really expect me to run towards him?

He broke my heart because he admitted it wouldn’t work for us. Just the thought about it awakens the ache inside me.

So, what has changed?

“Havana, please.” The lines drawn above his eyebrows deepen when I don’t move, but hearing the plead come from his mouth makes it hard to disagree, because the tone of it reminds me of the good times.

Losing my mind, I race and leap into his embrace. He raises me, with me, wrapping one leg around him while our heated gazes are focused on each other. I can’t believe this is happening.

He uses his hand to wrap it around the side of my throat, just enough to let me still breathe, and when our lips meet. I moan his name as blood rushes through my veins, heating the desire between my thighs. He smells like fresh spice, the way I remember him. My lips part as his teeth closes on my bottom lip, groaning while he pulls, letting go bruising my lip while I rake my fingers through his dark blonde hair and bring my hand back to place on his face, I gaze into eyes.

“Hudson, what are you doing here?” I say, almost panting.

He helps me to land back on my feet and palms my face.

“Yes, I have been back a few times from New York since I last saw you. I have an office here.” I nod, still out of breath.

I know he does. He has never once tried to contact me, and it reminds me of what I thought earlier. He had no intention of seeing me again.

I use my hands to push him off me because I feel like a complete idiot.

“Well, I won’t keep you. All the best, Hudson,” I softly cry out.

Hudson raises his brow as I turn on my heel, ready to walk towards the Town Hall train station, to avoid him looking at me. I try to contain the tears taking hold of my eyes and rolling down my cheeks.

“Wait, Havana.” Hudson takes my elbow to stop me from walking and pulls me around to face him.

His determination stops my heart beating for a second, as he places his arms around my waist, and I melt from the warmth of his body draped on mine with the heat of his eyes sizzling over me.

“You kiss me like that, and expect me to let you walk away?” His husky voice floors me for a second before I can respond.

“Hudson, I was lost in the moment.”

I look away before I notice he hasn't taken his gaze off me. “Honestly, I missed you, but I realised how stupid I was.” I point my finger at him. “You are a complete asshole.”

He drops his arms from my waist before his eyebrow raises high.

His annoyed.

Good.

Kudos to myself. He deserved that.

I’m about to turn away, and he pulls me in towards him before he grabs my face and kisses me hard on my swollen lips from our unexpected kiss earlier. The longing, passion, and drive for him seethe on the surface like they were at the beginning.

Hudson is my undoing.

He steps back before he places a hold my chin, and affectionately brushes his thumb on my bottom lip. “Let me take you out to dinner.”

I shake my head loosening his grip on my chin.

Going to dinner will be the worst mistake.

“No, Hudson. I must go.”

He drops his head, pinching the bridge of his nose before his fiery gaze is back on me. “You are the most infuriating woman on the planet.”

“Hudson, have you forgotten what happened last time we went out to dinner?” A calmness overshadows the fire in his whiskey-coloured eyes.

“Yes, I remember, every second and minute with you, Hav.” Hot tingles scatter over me at his term of endearment.

“You remembered?”

“Of course," he adds a smile. "Please go out to dinner with me, and we can catch up on what has happened in our lives. I promise, to be on my best behaviour.” He winks.