Business Casual (Lovelight, #4)

by B.K. Borison

I could spend all night learning the art that decorates her body. I just might. But she needs to ask me first. She still hasn’t asked me. I dip another marshmallow into the peanut butter. Nova sighs. “Charlie.” “Hmm?” She sighs again and I roll my lips against my smile. “What are you doing?” I pop the marshmallow into my mouth. “Waiting for you to ask me a question.” Also waiting for her to change her mind. I don’t want to pressure her. I don’t want to make assumptions about what she does or doesn’t want. I want to hear the words. “This is the longest buildup to a one-night stand I’ve ever had in my life.” She sighs. “Is that what we’re doing?” She is unamused. “Charlie.” “You know what I want to hear,” I tell her. Though her repeating my name like that in that sassy tone of hers is sort of doing it for me too. I busy my hands with closing the jar to the peanut butter while Nova pushes back her chair.