Nova whimpers in protest. “I’m not drunk.”
“You are very toasted.” It’s the nicest response I can give her because there’s zero chance she’s giving me consent tonight. And I need true, enthusiastic consent, not drunken, enthusiastic agreement.
After what transpired at the party, I’m not sure where we stand.
I like her.
She declared her love for me.
Well, she certainly shouted that she wants to marry me someday, which might as well be telling me that she loves me. Neither of us has used the L word yet.
If I wasn’t slightly tipsy and she wasn’t sloshed, we might be able to have a genuine conversation.
“I’m not drunk,” Nova whines as she stands in front of me.
“Come on,” I say, hoping I’m not making a huge ass mistake as I take her hand and head toward the bedroom door.
Quietly, I turn the doorknob; the squeak of the door causing me to wince.
I don’t need Luca coming out of his bedroom, raging at me for sneaking across to Nova’s room.
Although, technically it would be me putting Nova in her room, but I still don’t think he’d be pleased when he witnesses her stumbling out of my room, drunk.
That’s one fight I’d like to avoid.
I press a finger to my lips, reminding Nova to be quiet as we stalk across the hallway and I quietly open her bedroom door.
She’s not particularly quiet with her footsteps or her breathing, which makes my heart hammer in my chest.
Luca is going to kill me.
I can hear him down the hallway, giving quite a tongue-lashing to Harper.
While I feel bad for her, right now I’m just glad it isn’t me he’s screaming at, because while I know he’d never hit a woman, he would most certainly take a swing at me.
We manage to sneak into Nova’s bedroom, and I shut the door as quietly as possible, but the slight click makes me still for a moment.
No sign of Luca.
No doors slamming or footsteps pounding over the ground.
He’s too busy fighting with Harper to notice me sneaking Nova back to her room.
I can breathe again.
Turning toward Nova, she’s standing by her bed, head tilted, waiting diligently for me.
“Are you coming to bed?” she asks, and the smile on her face makes me eager to please her.
But I can’t.
Not tonight.
Not while she’s inebriated.
“I’m going to tuck you in,” I say, hoping that will satisfy her.
Nova whimpers, and I swear the sound goes straight to my cock. My body responds like it always does to her, which makes everything a hell of a lot harder.
