Bentley leaned against the kitchen island, watching as Nova scrolled through her phone, absorbed in a sea of emails. Or was it social media? The ticking of the clock filled the comfortable silence, but Bentley's expression remained stoic, his fingers drumming lightly on the counter in impatience.
He has been waiting for Nova to notice him but she seemed too absorbed with her phone.
Nova, seated at the kitchen island, was dressed in one of Bentley's long shirts, its hem barely grazing her thighs, the sleeves rolled up to her elbows. She hadn’t bothered changing since the morning, and the oversized shirt draped over her frame with casual ease.
Bentley's eyes lingered on her for a moment longer than usual, a subtle smile curving on his lips. "You know," he started, breaking the quiet, "I
