Page 100 of In Death, Love Survives
Nova laughs.
“What is it?”
“I don’t think I realized how much I love flowers until this conversation.”
“Then I’m really glad I brought you here.”
Looking around, I see a wooden bench.
“Come here,” I say with an outstretched hand. She takes it, and I lead us both to sit down.
“What else do you like?”
Nova shrugs as she stays facing the flowers. I already know that it’s hard for her to open up, so I’ll take every opportunity I’m given to try and pry some information out.
“You’ve been alone for a long time.”
“Yes.”
Much longer than I had put together.
Nova leans into my side, so I wrap my arm around her to let her sink in further.
“Thank you,” she whispers.
“Let’s get home, yeah?”
“Yeah.”
Nova gets up first, and I follow. We take the short walk back up to my motorcycle.
“Hey, Wolfe?”
“Yeah, angel?”
“I think there are a lot of new beginnings I’ll get with you.”
“Me too.”
Nova pushes a loose strand of hair behind her ear and looks down bashfully. She nods, almost as if she’s gathering the courage to ask me for something she wants.
I won’t press her for anything further. When she gets to the house, it’ll already be a lot to take in.
Nova looks around us, and I do, too, unsure if she’s heard or seen something. With heat in her expression, she bites down on her lower lip.
She quirks her eyebrow just for a second before reaching down and pulling up her shirt. I’m a little shocked at where this is going.
“Looking to play a little?” I ask.
“Yeah. I think I’d like that.”
“What are you thinking?” I try and coax out.
“Wolfe.”
“Come on, baby. You gotta tell me what you want.”
“I think I’d like for you to fuck me.”
