“Did you bring me a present?” “Absolutely not.” I move them out of reach. “They’re for your mom. Why? You want me to bring you flowers, Nova girl?” It’s easy to fall right back into the parts we play with one another, but then again, most things are easy with Nova. I think there was a part of me that was worried she’d put space between us. Maybe pretend the other night never happened. But she isn’t avoiding me, and she isn’t acting any differently. She’s still Nova. Relief relaxes my shoulders. She grins at me. “I like buying my own flowers.” I laugh. “Yeah, you do.” Unthinking, I reach
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