Page 43 of Shadowed Obsession

Nova: Shh, baby, let me pretend a little longer

I roll my eyes with a laughing sort of scoff, eager and nervous to see how this plays out.

Me: Alright, what's your condition

Nova: Next time I see you, you'll sit on my face until I’ve had my fill

Nova: And baby? I’m starving

A waterfall of lust rolls over me slowly, cascading down my body until I swear the skin on my ankles is covered in goosebumps.

Me: That seems like it's more for my benefit

Nova: Trust me, baby. If I had it my way, I'd eat your pussy morning, noon, and night

Me: Jesus, Nova. I'm in public

Nova: So you don't want me to tell you how you turn the prettiest shade of pink when you come?

Nova: Or how you make the sweetest noises when you ride my face?

Nova: Maybe you want to hear how I stroked my cock in the shower this morning while I was thinking about the way your pussy clenched around me?

Oh.Oh. Fuck.

Me: You're not playing fair

Nova: Is my girl turned on?

Me: Yes

Me: But don't worry. I can take care of myself

Nova: Nah, baby, that's my job

My breaths pick up as my arousal grows. Who knew that a few dirty texts were enough to turn me on?

Me: Are you coming over or what?

Nova: I wish I could, sweetheart. I'm working on a job. But as soon as I'm done, I'm coming for you

Disappointment sours my arousal, my lips tugging down in the corners. All that flirting and he's gonna edge me? I guess I'll have to find a way to return the favor.

Me: promises, promises

Nova: Don't worry, baby, I always keep my word

My lips curve into a coy smile, excitement sparkling in my veins as I reach my car. The good feeling continues the whole way home, enough that I've nearly convinced myself I can nail that solo from Hamilton I've been working on for weeks.

18

EVANGELINE

The sun set hours ago,and I have nearly every light turned on inside Nana Jo's house. My house. God that's going to take some getting used to. I put one of my favorite records on, just to have some noise filter through the quiet space. I didn't realize just how big this house is until tonight.

It's one of Grandpa Dalton's old vinyl records from a few decades ago, before they became popular again, so it's a little weathered. I make a mental note to see if there's a place in town that can clean the record player. I bet it hasn't been cleaned in too many years. Grandpa Dalton would be horrified if he knew Nana Jo left it to collect dust as often as she did.

Though I suppose he's over the moon to just have her with him now. I imagine him twirling her around in the middle of some field, surrounded by music and food and laughter.

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