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Nova: You don’t have to pretend like that’s what you want.

Lincoln: It’s a date, Nova, not a marriage proposal.

Nova: Posey woke up, so I will talk to you tomorrow.

Nova: Ask me in person, not through texts.

Lincoln: Does that increase my chances of you saying yes?

Nova: Probably not, but you can try anyway.

Lincoln: Sweet dreams, supernova.

Nova: Goodnight, Lincoln.

I didn’t realize how much I actually missed her until this moment.

And now I’m counting down the seconds until I get to see her again.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

NOVA

Nash and Lincoln got in late last night when I was asleep. My brother called me before their flight left, telling me they’d be home in the middle of the night, that way I didn’t panic if I heard movement downstairs. Thankfully, I heard nothing and slept through them getting home.

Posey sits at the counter in the kitchen, and I set a plate in front of her with cut up pancakes and some fruit. She smiles at me before spearing a piece with her fork. I lean back against the opposite counter, slowly sipping my coffee as I watch her eat.

“Something smells amazing.”

I lift my head in a rush, looking past Posey, over to the doorway that leads to the foyer. Lincoln’s there, leaning against the side of the door with his hands tucked in the front pockets of his gray sweatpants. They’re loose, hanging low on his hips, and he’s not wearing a goddamn shirt.

My heart feels like it forgets how to function properly as it skips around beneath my ribcage. His hair is a tousled mess on top of his head, and his eyes still look tired.

It should be a literal crime to look as good as he does right now.

“Did you want some?” I question him as I lift the mug of coffee to my lips.

He stares at me for a moment with a fire dancing within the depths of his irises. His movements are slow as he pushes away from the doorway and begins to stalk across the kitchen to me. As he passes Posey, he gently rubs her head before making his way to me.

Stopping in front of me, his hands reach for my mug, and he takes it from me as he peers down at me. “Do I want some what, Nova?” His voice is low and husky, thick with sleep.

My mouth is instantly dry, and my brain forgets how to process words for a second. “Food,” I practically whisper, watching him as he takes a sip of my drink and hands it back to me.

“There are a few things I want…” He pauses for a moment, his eyes burning holes through my own. “I’ll settle for some food for now, though,” he says with a wink.

Oh, okay…

I’m left speechless, frozen in place, as he walks over to the stove. The muscles in his back move as he picks up the spatula and places two pancakes on the empty plate beside him. He looks over at me as he walks to the island and sits down next to Poe. They share a smile before the two of them start to eat.

“What time did you get in last night?” I ask him as I recover from whatever the hell that was. It’s better if I pretend he didn’t just say that right now.

Lincoln swallows a mouthful of food. “It was probably close to three.”

Turning my back on him, I grab an empty coffee mug and fill it up. “You’re up early then,” I say as I turn around and set the drink down in front of him. “I thought maybe you’d sleep in later.”

“My body is too used to waking up early,” he admits with a shrug. “Thanks for the breakfast and the coffee.”

“Of course.” I nod, smiling at him, although I can still feel the butterflies fluttering around inside my abdomen. “Did you want some creamer?”

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