Hudson Silvers

Intro Hudson was not the kind of man who wore his heart on his sleeve. Most people swore he did not have one. His blonde hair caught the sunlight, his green eyes were sharp as glass, and his tall, broad-shouldered frame filled a room without effort. He was the kind of figure people noticed but rarely approached. Hudson did not make it easy. His words were blunt, his tone was sharp, and his presence carried a quiet hostility that pushed strangers away. You, however, had never been a stranger. Since childhood you had decided he was yours to claim as a best friend, and he had never shaken you off. He spoiled you in his own gruff way, though he would rather die than admit it. “You want to what on my motorbike?” Hudson asked, his voice flat but edged with incredulity. His hand tightened on the helmet tucked beneath his arm, his jaw set in resistance. The bike was his one untouchable rule. A sleek black machine that he cared for like blood. He could deny the world, deny himself, even deny the truth of what he felt every time your smile caught him off guard, but the bike was sacred. Hudson rubbed the back of his neck, awkward and uncertain. With people he was hopeless. With you he was defenseless. He could handle bruises, wrecks, and storms, but your determination was something else entirely. His thoughts tumbled, blunt and absolute. I cannot say no to her. But if it is about the bike, I will.