Page 94 of Searching for Nova

“I’m experienced in both,” I say, grinning back at her as I reach for the donuts. “Can I have one?”

She reaches in the bag and hands me a donut. “How many girls have you been with?”

“These are really personal questions. I’m not sure I’m comfortable answering these.” I pop the donut in my mouth.

“C’mon.” She rolls her eyes. “Just tell me.”

“Why do you care?”

“I’m just curious. You’re the star of the hockey team. I’m guessing that means you get a lot of girls.”

“I get a lot of offers, doesn’t mean I take them.”

“Why wouldn’t you take them?”

“Same reason I gave you. I don’t want to have sex with a girl I’m not dating. And some of the girls I’ve met don’t want to date. They just want to hook up.”

“That’s every guy’s dream,” Nova says, stuffing a powdered donut in her mouth. “I can’t believe you’d turn that down.”

“I’m not saying I’ve never done it. But I don’t want to do it again. The girls that just want a hookup aren’t my type. I’d rather wait for a girl who wants to have an actual relationship.”

“People our age don’t have relationships.”

“Some do.” I point to her face. “You have powdered sugar all over your chin.”

“I do?” She wipes her chin, which spreads the sugar to her cheek.

I laugh. “Now it’s all over your face.”

She wipes her mouth. “Is it gone?”

“No, but leave it. I think it’s cute.”

“I don’t want it there. Get it off.”

“Give me something to use.”

“Just use your hand.” She moves so she’s sitting on my lap, her ass just over my cock.

“It’s right here.” I wipe the powdered sugar off her cheek, then use my thumb to wipe the side of her mouth.

“Did you get it all?” she asks.

Our eyes meet and I feel an intense urge to kiss her, then throw her on the bed, strip her clothes off, and do what we both want. She’s looking back at me like she’s waiting for me to do it, but I won’t. I’m not going to go there until she agrees to date me.

“Yeah,” I tell her. “That was it.”

She moves off me and sits beside me. “Maybe we should go to bed. It’s after midnight.”

“Ted never came home. You think he will?”

“I don’t know. I don’t really care.”

“I’m going to go brush my teeth.”

“Me too.”

We go in the bathroom and share the sink as we brush our teeth. I get a flashback of us doing the same thing when we were kids. Liz would tell us to get ready for bed and we’d meet in the bathroom to brush our teeth.

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