I sit up quickly, smoothing down my tank top, then groan when I see what I’m wearing: daisy-print panties and a polka-dot bra. “Wait—no. I look ridiculous. My lingerie’s a disaster.”
“I didn’t mean it like that—”
“Don’t you want to see me?” I tease, already rifling through clothes for something more sexy.
He pauses, then his voice drops, husky, rough. “Of course I do. It’s just... the last time was six years ago.”
I freeze. “Vincent...”
“It’s okay,” he says quickly. “I never wanted it with anyone else.”
My heart hammers. “Do you want it now?”
A sharp inhale. “Yes. With you. Only you.”
“Then I’ll call.”
When the video connects, my breath catches. He’s there—messy curls, glasses sliding down his nose, the faded T-shirt Igave him when we were sixteen clinging to him just enough to drive me insane.
It hits me: Valentine’s Day.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, baby,” I murmur.
His lips curl into a smile that’s all wicked tenderness. “Happy Valentine’s Day. Can I tell you a secret?” He grabs the hem of his shirt, sliding it off slowly, tossing it aside like it’s nothing—but everything.
My mouth goes dry. “What kind of secret?”
“Remember that Valentine’s Day years ago? When I accidentally saw you half-naked?”
I laugh, tugging the tank top straps until they slide down my shoulders. “Of course I do.”
“You were right,” he whispers, eyes dark with hunger.
“Right about what?” I let the tank top fall, heart racing, and unclasp my bra, letting it slip from my skin.
“That I like your boobs,” he says, voice low, ragged, needy. His breath hisses. “Not like... Ilovethem.”
Heat floods me, burning low. I smirk. “I knew it.”
Vincent drags his teeth across his bottom lip. “You’re going to kill me like this.”
“Good,” I purr, sliding a hand down my stomach, teasing, dragging my fingers just beneath the waistband of my panties. “Maybe that’s exactly what I want.”
His phone tilts, and for a moment, I glimpse the undeniable proof of what I’m doing to him.
“Show me,” I whisper, voice low and trembling.
He hesitates, then obeys—hand slipping lower, face twisted with pleasure. “Only if you do too.”
I laugh, hooking my thumbs into the waistband of my panties and tugging them down, tossing them aside. “See? Not sexy at all.”
His voice drops to a growl. “Nova... you’re the hottest girl I’ve ever seen. Daisies or not.”
My fingers trail between my thighs, slow and teasing, brushing just enough to make myself shiver. “Then stop talking and make this Valentine’s Day unforgettable.”
He moans my name, deep and guttural, and for the next half hour, the distance between Pennsylvania and San Francisco ceases to exist.
CHAPTER SEVENTY-ONE
