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“I can’t get it to start.”

I turn to her. “Let me see it.”

She’s staring at my cock, which is rock hard and straining against my boxer briefs.

“Nova, can I have the remote?”

“Yeah.” She looks up at me. “Here.”

I smile. “You know you did that, right? I don’t normally walk around like this.”

“I didn’t do anything. I didn’t even touch you.”

“No, but you showed me your ass in that thong and I got a look at your tits.”

She smiles, just slightly. “I didn’t tell you to look.”

“But since I did, go ahead.” I point to my body. “Look all you want.”

“I can’t.” She folds her hand over her chest. “I’m not allowed. It’s not something friends do.”

“You’re right. I’ll put some clothes on.” I grab my gym shorts and yank them on. “Better?”

“What about a shirt?”

“I can’t wear a shirt to bed. I get too hot.”

Her eyes lower to my chest. “I’m supposed to sleep next to you like that?”

“Yeah. Why?”

She blows out a frustrated breath and looks back at the TV.

I know how she feels. It’s going to be hard to control ourselves tonight, but I’m determined to do it. If she wants us to do all the physical stuff, she needs to agree to date me. She needs to know what it’s like to actually be with a guy who wants her for more than just sex.

We watch the movie and Nova falls asleep on my shoulder. She wakes up as the movie ends and we eat some of the snacks and talk. I ask her about school and her jobs, both safe topics that won’t trigger her to shut down. I want to ask her other stuff, like what happened when I left the foster home, but that’ll have to wait for another day.

“What’s it like going to private school?” Nova asks as she takes another mini donut from the bag. She’s eaten a lot tonight, which is good. She probably didn’t have dinner.

“Compared to public? I don’t know. I was only in public for kindergarten and that doesn’t really count.”

“Is everyone at your school rich?”

“Depends on how you define rich. They’re not billionaires.”

“How many girls have you dated?”

“At my school?”

“Or wherever else you meet girls. It doesn’t matter how you met them. I’m just looking for a number.”

“Why do you care?”

Nova turns so she’s facing me, her legs crossed, a slight grin on her face. “I’m wondering how experienced you are.”

“Experienced in what? Dating? Sex?”

“Both.”

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