Oh. It worked.
You’re not busy today, are you? I’d still like to hang out with you. Send me your address, and I can pick you up later to take you to the fair.
My knees wobble, and I sink onto the edge of the mattress so that I don’t fall flat on my face.
He just asked me out on a date.
Holy shit, the plan is working.
Play it cool. Don’t come off desperate.
I already planned on going with my boyfriend today, but we can still meet up there if you want?
Yeah, that sounds good. Maybe I can convince you to ditch the boy toy and we can have fun without him around ;) lol jk
I squeal and drop backward on the bed with a grin.
Finally. After waiting for what feels like ages, I’ll get to see Brandon in person. Now I just need to persuade Aiden to tag along with me to the fair.
FIFTEEN
AIDEN
I need to schedule a apt. ASAP. Plz?
My eye twitches.
It’s sad that I haven’t saved Sally’s name in her contact details, and yet I immediately recognize the sender based on the text.
Always needing a dick appointment yet never catching a clue that I want nothing to do with her. It’s been two years since I ghosted her after she admitted she was in love with me. She still hits me up from time to time with false hope that I’ll fold and visit her for a sneaky link.
I could be balls deep in some pussy in front of her, and she’d call next like I’m a mechanical bull ride instead of a human.
“Uh oh, who escaped?” Nova’s voice draws me out of my annoyed thoughts.
I stuff my phone into my pocket while raising my head. My shoulders stiffen, and I suck in a quiet breath.
Nova pads across the kitchen while toying with the hem of the band T-shirt that she snuck out of my room when I wasn’t paying attention. It’s not like I haven’t seen her wearing my clothes before. However, this time feels different. Maybe it’s the deal we made. Harmless or not, I can’t get it out of my head that she’s really mine and not pretend.
I shake off the thoughts. “No one escaped. Why do you ask?”
“You were glaring at your phone. You always do that when you get bad news or someone escapes.”
My fingers reflexively tighten around my phone in my pocket.
Nova leans against the island and cups her face with a palm. Her eyebrows scrunch together as I stare at her like a fucking idiot. Tendrils of pale pink hair hang in front of the two messy buns at the sides of her head and fall over her green eyes.
“What’s that look for?” She straightens, side-steps behind the table, and attempts to hide as she adjusts the bottom of her pink shorts that cling to her curves like a second skin.
I raise an eyebrow.
She huffs and drops her arms to her sides. “I wanted to look cute, okay?”
Jesus Christ. She misunderstood my warning. I couldn’t care less if her ass is hanging out of her shorts—in fact, I love it when she wears clothes like that. What Idocare about is her feeling the need to pull down her shorts to hide her body from me. Her weight doesn’t offend me. It’s her insecurity that does.
“You’re cute every day.” I lean against the counter, opposite her, and fold my arms over my chest.
“You really have got to stop complimenting me so much or I’ll think you’re flirting with me.”
