I am, actually, but she’ll learn that in time.
“No worries. I won’t fall in love with you by date five.” Nova plucks at the calamari in the center of the table and dips it in sauce. “And can we not do anymore rules? I’m losing track.”
“So I’m not allowed to add one more?”
Her brows raise as she chews. Licks her fingers. “Depends on what it is.”
“Clause nine: I want you to break every rule, but I want you to do it slowly.”
9
Luca: How much trouble would I be in if I asked to move this conversation from this app, to texting?
Nova: Never any harm in ASKING…
Luca: Would it sweeten the deal if I told you…I’m a phenomenal texter?
Nova: Any proof to back that up?
Luca: You give me your number, I’ll send a preview.
Nova: If I do that it better NOT be a picture of your dick.
Luca: I WOULD NEVER do that. Never have, never will. I was talking about my dog.
Nova: Oh.
Nova: Of course you were. I saw him on your profile.
Luca: His name is Nugget. He’s got a snaggle tooth and a superiority complex. You’d love him.
Nova: Sounds like he takes after his owner…
Luca: Wow. You wound me.
Luca: Seriously, you’re terrible for my ego.
Nova: Sorry, this is how I flirt. My best friend Poppy has warned me dozens of times to dial it down a notch.
Luca: I think it’s adorable that this is your “dialed down” version—and you still haven’t given me your number.
Nova: 555-892-9010 <3 **blows kisses**
Luca (text): Saved you as Starshine OFF-LIMITS in my phone on the off chance your brother is breathing up my asshole in the locker room.
Nova: So romantic.
Luca: Only the best for you, Starshine.
Photo Attached: picture of a hot dude hiking taking a selfie with his dog
Nova: You look like an REI model who moonlights as a retriever dad. I can’t decide if I find that unsettling.
Luca: That’s the sexiest insult I’ve ever received.
Nova: That was a compliment!!!
Luca: Do you blame me? It’s hard to tell when you’re flirting or not! Not my fault…