The red, jean shorts Fatima had on hugged in all the right places and Nova couldn’t help but appreciate the way that her hips swayed.
“Can I come in? Just for a little while? We can keep the discussion going.”
Nova smiled wide, rubbing a hand across the fresh shape up at the nape of her neck, wishing her locs were already long enough for a slight hair toss against her shoulders instead. That would have been so much smoother than having to rub the nervous itch away by hand.