“I loved you last year,” Nova told me with such raw honesty I flinched. “I’ve loved you since the day you stole my skateboard and bailed tryin’ to do a kickflip trick. Just somewhere along the line, probably around the time I tattooed this,” his palm slid up my belly to cover the lotus between my breasts, “that love changed, grew petals and turned into somethin’ a helluva lot bigger than brotherly affection.”
