H U D S O N

"I can't believe I'm actually going to miss you," Jodie whines as she helps me pack my things.

"Come on let's face it, you wish you knew I existed for a longer time," I wink she she throws a pillow at me.

"I'm packing condoms," she winks and I try to act unbothered. "Don't look dumb, you like her," she winks again and I glare at her.

"I have no idea what you're talking about,"

"Your cheeks are red," she accuses, a mocking grin on her face. My cheeks are not fucking crimson.

"Are you going to pack my stuff or should I chase you away and do it myself?"

"Chill out big bro, I'll be out of your hair in a couple of hours," she laughs mockingly. I didn't realize anyone would notice the way I looked at Kimmie tonight. The way she danced, free as a bird, I've never seen her look so free in forever. It felt so welcoming, and she looked so fucking happy.

The crazy tension between us whenever we're in a room, I felt it ten times more, but I can't touch her again, not until she tells me to, not until I know her body needs me. This is so fucking complicated, how do I do this? I thought being friends would make things easier, but it's all messed up in my head, seeing her everytime, laughing with her, smiling at her, I realize now that I want to win her back, that I want to prove that I can be the man she wants me to be, the man she loved, that man she can give a second chance, even though I fucked it up once before. She still looks at me the way she did, like I'm some saint, like I've got something big and I'm not fucking seeing it.

I still love her, and if that's not fucked up, I don't know what is.......

Maybe Mom was right. If Lee doesn't win her back, maybe Brandon Zac will, maybe I'll bring this character to life so much that she'll fall in love with me again. Maybe this is it. Maybe I still have a chance to fight for us. Maybe our old dreams of forever can still come to pass.

What if she no longer loves me?

What if she's really moved on?

I quickly banish the sad as fuck thoughts, as Jodie and I get on each other's nerves, while packing my stuff. And for some reason, I don't take out the condoms, even when she dares me too, that earns me a playful smirk and playful jab in the shoulder. I'm gonna miss Jodie. No cap. She's been there for me, even when I was too shocked to believe that she was one of my Dad's other kids, even when I thought I was never going to meet any of them. I pull Jodie into a hug, she seems shocked at first, but then she leans in, hugging me right back. I almost tell her shit about Alex, but I let it go, I've got my own woman to win back........and slowly of course.

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The morning comes as fast as a freaking bird. It's almost as if I just laid down to sleep and opened my eyes in a second to the cold of the early morning. I glance at my phone screen, 4:00AM it reads. I hop off the bed and rush to the shower. By 4:20AM, I'm in the mirror with my Mom, who is getting rid of the stuff on my face.

"I'm missing you already," she mumbles.

"Chill Mom, I'm not going forever," I chuckle.

"But you're going to be gone for months," she whines.

"And I'll be here to keep you company," T walks in and I laugh as he pats my shoulder.

"Until your mama calls you," Mom points out and T chuckles.

"Then I'll be here," Jo walks in, hugging my Mom from behind. "My mom only thinks of me when she needs something, but you make me breakfast even when I'm not hungry, so yeah, I'm here,"

"I love you," Mom tells Jo, whose face softens instantly.

"Okay, enough of this emotional shipwreck, I'm almost late for my flight,"

"Almost late? You're an hour early!" Mom whines.

"And so what if I wanna show up early?" I chuckle.

"There's something off about you this morning," Mom nods and I shake my head.

"Is that a new cologne?" Jo fake sniffs around me.

"I hate all of you," I stifle a laugh as I kiss Mom's forehead, and she silently blesses me. Grabbing my suitcase, T walks behind me as we exit the house. I wave Mom and Jo goodbye as T and I drive to the airport.

"So you gon' fight for her?" T asks as the drive seems farther and farther away from home.

"Do I have much of a choice?" I chuckle, as I find myself checking my phone for a text or anything from her. Nothing.

"Make sure you do it right," T says. "And please don't try to protect her from anything, alright, she doesn't need protection,"

"Between you and Nick, I have no idea who the bigger shrink is," I grumble and we both laugh.

Forty minutes later, we arrive at the airport. And yes, Stone's foundation gave out a private flight; courtesy of Jake and Ava Stones. Love those people so much. T helps me get my stuff, while I make my way to the plane.

"Take good care of yourself, buddy," T pats my shoulder and I swear I almost hug him. "And don't forget to facetime your Mom when you get off,"

"I won't forget," I chuckle, my eyes scanning the area behind T, where a super fancy car pulls in.

Kim steps out, and I swear to God the earth stops moving. She's wearing a huge pink knitted sweater that stops above her knees and a pair of white converse, and a pink beanie, with her hair flowing down to her back. She smiles at me, and I smile back immediately, completely aware of the i-told-you-so look on T's face.

"We're here at the same time," she points out immediately as she hugs T, who in shock, hugs her back. She moves towards me and she hugs me. Fuck. I haven't forgotten how soft her arms and body are and the sweet pomegranate scent from her hair...........

"Well great!" Comes Neil from his car that just arrived, and two other women.

"That's Kendra, our intimacy director and that's Janine, our producer," Kim introduces me to them.

Do we need an intimacy director?

"Happy to be working with you again," Janine shakes hands with Kim and they hug. I say my goodbyes to T and in a matter of minutes, we're walking into the plane.

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The flight is delayed for what seems like forever, but we're eventually wheels up in the sky. Why? Pilot crap, I don't even understand what they said.

In twenty minutes since the flight began, Kim has been to the convenience and back a total of four times, and it's starting to freak me out. Whenever I ask, she tells me she's fine and proceeds to wave me off with a sharp laugh. I look around to see if anyone else is paying attention to her, and........no, no one is. Kim is about to make the next move to the convenience when I hold her hands in place.

"What's wrong?" I ask, my eyes searching hers for an answer, anything, a clue to what the matter is. "Come on, you can tell me," I press on.

"I have these meds I usually take when I'm on a plane, to slow down my nerve reactions to being in the air, and I think I forgot them and I'm really really super freaking out-"

"Hey, hey, breathe," I say and she closes her eyes and does that, in a rushed way of course. "Breathe, come on, we'll be in Zurich in a couple of hours,"

"You make it sound so near," she purrs, her eyes still shut and her palms firmly in mine. "Can we join our seats?" She whispers and I do just that as her eyes are closed of course; it's a private plane, so the seats are versatile.

"Relax, come on," I gently place her forehead on my chest, and she lifts her legs and curves them so that they are both on the seat, and I listen to her steady breathing and little noises. "Try not to open your eyes, okay?"

"Okay," she giggles lightly and my stupid heart warms.

It doesn't take her long to fall asleep, and I almost do too, but I see Neil heading our way.

"It seems we won't be needing the intimacy director much," he jokes and I feign a small laugh.

Yes we don't fucking need her.

I don't fall asleep anymore, I spend the rest of the flight watching her intensely. Memorizing the steady rise and fall of her chest, the tiny little movement of her lips and the taking in the sweet pomegranate in her hair, and playing with the strands of her hair.

Kim jerks awake the moment the plane lands. "Hey," I coo and she looks around, wide eyed. "Welcome to Zurich, Baby," I whisper and she chuckles lightly, her eyes staying on mine for a little while; and quickly disrupted by the pilot announcement.

"I almost thought the plane was experiencing turbulence or something," she chuckles as we walk out of the plane.

"Over here guys," Neil gestures to us in the car where our luggage is being loaded. "You guys would be going to a private hotel,"

"Private hotel?" I hear myself asking.

"Yeah, you guys are the real stars in the movie, you know hockey player and actress-separate rooms and all, food, everything at your beck and call, the goal is to increase chemistry and make the movie lovely but also not too cheesy for the fans, hope it's not too forward,"

"No no, we'll be fine," We both say at the same time and he chuckles.

"Alright, good, a car would be arriving there to pick you up by eight, please do not hesitate to call if you need anything or if something is not right in any of the rooms,"

"Sure, thanks Neil," I say and he nods. Kim and I say our goodbyes before we get in the car. Kim and I share a look, right before the ride begins and I swear, I see a smile tug at the end of her lips.

Kimberly Summers and I, together for a night, what could possibly go wrong?

I look at her and she's focused on her phone, her huge sweater has ridden up to her mid thigh, and then I get my answer.

Everything.

Everything could possibly go wrong.

Fuck. Me.

The drive takes almost an hour. When we finally arrive at our shelter for the night, some men help offload our stuff. A beautiful waterfall greets us as we walk in, flowers of different colors and birds chirping at night; we walk in silence, both of us equally stunned at our "private hotel".

"You requested paintbrushes, paints and boards," a man says to Kim and she nods. She still paints? "Your room is on the right, while yours is on the left," He says to Kim and then to me. I nod as I grab the key from him. We're about to walk in when he says, "Dinner is already served in both rooms as we speak, have a wonderful night," he says and he walks away, leaving us both in awe.

"I have a feeling Stones' Foundation has a hand in this, I swear I never saw this coming,"

"Me either," I chuckle.

"That aside, this place is really gorgeous, but we have to leave it first thing tomorrow morning," she whines and I smile.

"Zurich is what? A day ahead of Seattle?" I ask as I pull out my phone.

"It's nine hours," she playfully slaps my shoulder and I swear my body jumps in excitement.

We're getting touchy.

We finally get to the place where we both disappear into our separate rooms and my heart mourns; my dick does too, but I don't pay attention to it.

"Um, Night?" She giggles, her cheeks rosy and bright.

"Night," I chuckle, my feet refusing to move into my room, even when I've opened the door. "You go in first, I wanna watch you go in," I swear the last part was by accident. But I did mean it.

"Night," she giggles this time as she walks into her room, my eyes following her until her door softly slams shut. I walk into my room, shutting my door behind me and resting my back on it.

My dick mourns as I walk towards the food on the table. I sit my ass on the couch and I open my phone to see a group chat created by T, which includes all of my closest friends on the team.

Checking in on Hudson Sad Face.

I really miss them.

I laugh to myself, firing a text to the group chat, to my Mom and to Jodie, telling them I've arrived and it's literally late. I turn my phone off before any replies come in, I change into softer clothes and I dig into the food.

I'm done eating, surfing YouTube when I hear a knock on the door. My heart literally jumps in my chest. I walk slowly and I see Kim's smooth back facing me, only that the hands of her bra are in a tangled mess.

"I swear this never happens," she chuckles nervously and I smile to myself.

"It's messed up from the front, Kimmie," I choke out, a small laugh escaping my throat.

"Oh god," she gasps.

"Turn around," I say and she turns slowly, her hazy eyes fixed on mine. I avoid those eyes, as I undo what she did, my hands brushes her nipples slightly and I hear her breath hitch. I keep undoing the knots, until I'm done. She hugs the bra to her chest, her eyes following my arms until they're at my side again.

"I never thanked you," she starts and I finally keep my eyes fixed on hers. "For what you did on the plane," she continues.

"Kimmie-"

"Thank you, really," she says and I nod, my eyes wandering to all the wrong places. Her neck, her see-through bra that gives off a very clear view of her nipples, her little shorts way above her mid thigh, her toned legs. My dick weeps in my shorts.

"You're welcome," I'm breathing so damn hard when I say it.

She walks back to her room, and I close my door, fisting my dick instantly.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Nothing helps. Not even cold fucking showers.

A little reminder that I have only a pretty vague description of how the film making process goes, so this is a figment of my imagination. I hope you like it!

Also, who else felt all the freaking tension?!

See you guys next update!