CHAPTER FORTY EIGHT: Yours

Nova POV

The bass hit me in the chest before the doors to the dancing floor even opened, a heavy pulse that felt like it wanted to crawl up my spine and shake my ribs loose.

Lena had her arm looped through mine like I was some reluctant date or maybe she thought I might back off at the last minute.

Katie strutted a step ahead, like she owned the sidewalk. Her Jessica Rabbit dress caught every flash of neon from the club sign, hugging her curves and moving with ...