Business Casual (Lovelight, #4)

by B.K. Borison

Flirting has always been easy for me, but flirting with Nova is a goddamn delight. Her whole body comes alive under the attention, like a flower tilting toward the sun. I’m greedy for her reactions. For the way pink lights up her cheeks.

“I’m asking if you’ll come home with me.” My face twists in confusion. “Sure, Nova. I can walk you home.” “No, you idiot. I want you to come home with me.” I stare at her blankly. “For snacks?”

“And at least you’ll be thinking of me.” “In your dreams,” she breathes. “With alarming frequency and incredible detail,” I answer back.

“Because if that’s something you want, that’s what I need to hear from you. I’m not laughing at you. I’m not making fun of you. I need you to be sure. I need to know that it’s me you want and not a random roll in the sheets.”

CHARLIE: Did I tell you how beautiful you looked in that silver dress? I can’t remember. CHARLIE: Sometimes I think you’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. I bite my bottom lip and tap my thumbnail against the edge of my phone case. CHARLIE: Also, one hundo percent down for a night of hot, passionate sex. For the record. CHARLIE: With you. If that wasn’t clear. CHARLIE: Ready when you are, Nova girl.

“How to accept things without wondering what you’ve done to deserve them.”

I take up too much space, I want to tell her. I’m loud and sometimes I don’t know how to stop talking. I’m a lot and I know that. I can’t figure out how to make myself fit, but I’m trying. I promise I’m trying.