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NOVA

Damn, she was actually sweating.

Nova grabbed a bottle of water and tossed it to Dex before grabbing one for herself. She used the bottom of her shirt to wipe the sweat from her face, feeling good after burning off some of the adrenaline-induced energy she’d had.

It wasn’t as good as fighting for her life, but it was fucking close.

“How do you feel?” Dex asked. His eyes dropped to her abs and then back up like he thought she wouldn’t notice the quick inspection.

“Tired. So why do they all have that eyebrow cut?” Nova dropped her shirt and drank the water.

“‘Cause it’s hot?” Dex gave her a look that basically asked what planet she was living on. “I’ve been thinking about doing it, but I don’t trust myself with a razor near my eyes.”

She leaned against the counter and considered his eyebrows. “It would fit your face. With all the earrings in your ears, I’m surprised you don’t have a pierced eyebrow too.”

Dex grinned at her. “Facial piercings can get ripped out in a fight. My face is too pretty to risk that.”

He wasn’t wrong.

“I could do it,” she offered, pulling her hair back. Nova needed another shower after three hours of that shit, but she had to admit she’d loved every second of it.

Dex was the kind of guy who somehow knew exactly what she needed when she herself didn’t even know what it was. It was kind of weird, but she also loved it.

“I don’t know if I trust you with a razorblade near my eyes either.”

She tossed the empty water bottle into the recycling, irritated he was right. Nova had tried to kill him in her sleep, threatened him with a knife, and he’d seen her kill a guy. There was no reason for him to trust her.

Dex must have picked up on her emotions somehow despite her scent charm because he shrugged. “It’s just hair. It’ll grow back if you mess up.”

Nova froze, staring at him in disbelief. “Do you have a death wish?”

His grin made her heart flutter. “Yes.”

Well.

“All right.” She went to her boots and snatched her smallest knife. “Sit on the couch.”

Dex actually hesitated when he saw the blade.

“You can change your mind.” Nova smiled, testing the edge. Still sharp enough to fillet flesh before they’d even realized it had happened.

“Hey, I’m not a quitter.” Dex sat down, still looking wary. “I just don’t know why I have to sit.”

Nova walked up to him, and gestured. “You’re tall as shit. How else am I supposed to do this? Now scoot your butt down and rest your head on the back of the couch.”

His eyes flashed. Did Dexlikewhen she told him what to do? Nova bit the inside of her cheek as she tried to ignore how much that turned her on. She’d never been more grateful for scent charms in her life.

Now, how was she going to do this?

Dex was massive, and she needed to get really close to his face to make sure she didn’t fuck it up. Nova would feel like a total asshole if she accidentally shaved off an entire eyebrow.

She climbed up onto the couch and considered the angle. Nope, this wasn’t going to work.

“Okay, just…sit on your hands.”

Dex glared at her. “There’s no fucking way.”

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