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Nova’s Point of ViewThe music inside the club pounded hard enough to shake the glass beneath my fingers, but somehow I could still feel Reed’s eyes on me over all the noise.I kept my face turned away stubbornly, staring toward the flashing lights across the dance floor like I suddenly found strangers dancing interesting. His phone rested in my hand while my pulse thudded annoyingly against my ribs.“Can I have my phone back?”I ignored him completely. Maybe if I pretended not to hear him, he would finally understand how irritating it felt being dismissed all evening while he sat there acting like I barely existed.For a second, he said nothing, then suddenly the couch dipped slightly beside me. Heat brushed against my ear.“You have my attention now,” he murmured quietly. “So what exactly do you want from me?”My head snapped toward him instantly, the response sitting on my tongue vanished the moment our eyes met.God! Why did this man always look at me like that? Like he knew exact

Reed's point of view The meeting had been going on for almost an hour, yet I could not remember a single complete sentence anyone at the table had said.Charts shifted across the massive screen at the front of the room. Investors discussed expansion strategies, profit projections, market positioning, but every few minutes my attention drifted somewhere else entirely.The club and the flower shop. The memory replayed again; The old woman had barely looked up when I pushed the glass door open halfway. The CLOSED sign already hung facing outward, but I stepped inside anyway, apologizing immediately while she narrowed suspicious eyes at me over her glasses.I had smiled and told her that if I returned home without flowers that night, there was a high possibility my existence would be denied at the front door permanently.The woman stared at me for one long second, then laughed so hard she had to hold the counter. Apparently, according to her, any man shopping for apology flowers that lat

Nova's point of view Getting Reed's number had felt like a victory, but actually using it felt like volunteering for public execution. I stared at my phone for nearly ten minutes before typing the first message."Thank you for the flowers." But I frowned at the screen, my thumbs hovered over the keyboard again."You didn't really have to apologize for the kiss."The words sat there staring back at me, my pulse immediately started misbehaving and I deleted them. Then typed them again....""I didn't exactly hate it either."My face burst into flames…..delete, delete..….delete. I groaned and buried my face in a pillow. What was wrong with me? After another minute of suffering, I typed again. "And about Elena, I think there was a misunderstanding."No….. my finger hit the delete button almost immediately. I wasn't going to sit here explaining myself like some jealous teenager, By the time I finished fighting with myself, the final message looked painfully boring."Thank you for the flowe

Reed's point of view The knocking started in my dream, at first, it blended into whatever nonsense my unconscious mind had decided to torture me with at six in the morning, then it got louder. By the time the pounding rattled the actual walls of my apartment, I was awake enough to realize someone was trying to break my front door down.I dragged a pillow over my head and the thought of murder came to my head. The knocking continued, finally, I threw the blanket aside and stumbled out of bed."If that's you, Damon," I yelled while walking down the hallway, "you better have a very good reason for showing up before eight in the morning."The pounding stopped, then came Damon’s voice."Open the damn door, Reed."That alone told me something was wrong, or Damon had finally lost the last remaining piece of his sanity. Honestly, both options were equally possible.I unlocked the door, the second it opened, Damon practically launched himself into my apartment.I blinked, then looked outsi

Nova's point of view What message?......Who sent a message?.....Certainly not me. Those lies crossed my mind the second Reed asked what the deleted message had been about.. Unfortunately, Reed was looking too patient for any of those excuses to work. I shifted my bag higher on my shoulder."It wasn't anything important."His eyebrow lifted and I sighed. Maybe if I answered, he would stop looking at me like that."It was just..." I paused. "A thank you."His expression didn't change."For the flowers," I added.The words felt strangely awkward leaving my mouth. I had expected one of his usual reactions, some irritating comment designed specifically to make me regret speaking..Instead, something flashed in his face."Oh."The single word came out softer than expected. “ It's okay…thank you too.”For some reason, that response caught me completely off guard and I blinked. He looked like he wanted to say something else, in fact I could actually see the words right on his lips, but then