CHAPTER SIXTY FOUR : HONESTY

NOVA POV

Even though I’m seeing Grant in a few hours—at a hotel not too far that it feels like I’m sneaking away, but not close enough for anyone from school to catch me—he still sent flowers to my doorstep. Roses. Wild ones. The kind that look untamed even in a vase.

There’s a small envelope tucked inside, obviously handwritten by him, sharp, masculine and confident, slides right through my chest as I read:

“Wear your best sin, Nymph. Surprise ...