I never really went as far as to imagine what Nova would've told Kat---the kind of information she would've shared. Even now, when I'm trying, I still can't.
What could she have told her?
How my face looks when I bury myself inside her and feel like I can finally breathe again?
How, when both of us have come and floated back down to earth, we stay intertwined like the mere thought of letting each other go is pure agony?
How I want her when she's just a room away?
How she's brought me to my knees, again and again and again, how she's made me lose control, and how I've never once thought to hate her for that? How I loved her for it instead?
"Nova held onto that phone for a week and never even powered it on, brother," Myles says quietly. "No texts. No calls. She didn't breathe a word to
