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“And you were the one boy I never let myself remember.” She exhales and climbs off my lap, tugging her shirt down. “I need time to think.”
I nod, adjusting myself because yeah, I’m still hard, but this matters more than getting off.
“Take it,” I say, standing too. “But just so we’re clear, this thing between us? It’s not going away. I’m not going away.”
She doesn’t reply. She just bites her lip, opens the door, and I walk out.
I lean against the wall in the hallway, running a hand through my hair, my heart still racing.
She never wanted to remember me, and now here I am.
And it’s not just about sex. Not just about winning her over or shutting her up with a kiss.
Now, it’s real.
And fuck, I’m all in and I have no idea if she is.
CHAPTER 13
NOVA
The beat drops, the lights shift, and the music pulses through the club like it always does. My body moves automatically. It’s fluid, practiced, powerful, but my head? My head’s somewhere else entirely.
The crowd’s loud tonight. The money’s falling around me like confetti. But I don’t notice it.
Because all I can hear is his voice.
"You were the only girl I couldn’t forget."
Goddamn him.
And then there was me, shooting back,“And you were the boy I never let myself remember.”
It’s on a loop. Like a broken record carved into my skull. I don’t know if I’m more turned on or terrified by the fact that we said those things out loud.
Finlay Reed has always been the wild card. And last night? He threw down a full hand and told me I needed to pick one.
He said I’m his good luck charm.
He kissed me like it was more than lust.
And then he left with a look that said, your move, Nova.
The problem is, I don’t know which move to make.
As I twirl around the pole one final time, landing in a slow, sultry crouch, I force my mind to focus. I arch my back. Smile. Bite my lip. But it’s all fake. All for show.
Because I already know what I need more than a fat stack of tips tonight.
I need to talk this shit out.
I shoot off a text as soon as I get backstage.
Me: Emergency girl meeting. Roxy’s place. One hour. Bring wine. Or tequila. Or both. I'm spiraling.
Delaney: On my way.
Roxy: I already have wine. But I’ll grab tequila too because I know your spiraling ass needs more.
