" All I’m thinking about is Hudson as I wrap my arms around him and hold him as tightly as I can.
He hesitates for a second like he’s surprised, but then his arms snake around my waist, and he hugs me back. He bends over enough to rest his cheek on my head, and I close my eyes, let his familiar ginger and sandalwood scents fill my senses and just breathe him in. It feels like coming home. "
― Tracy Wolff , Covet (Crave, #3)